During those nine pouched-up months, what do babies imagine? Gills, swamps, battlefields? To people in wombs, what is imagined and what is real must be one and the same.
By each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.
But 'luckily,' the train before mine was so late that it still hadn't departed, All the seats were taken, and I had to squeeze into a three-inch slot. I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but...
Belief, like fear or love, is a force to be understood as we understand the theory of relativity and principals of uncertainty. Phenomena that determine the course of our lives. Yesterday, my life was...
Beg pardon? I detected large deposits of vanity. Vanity is the softest of bedrocks to sink shafts into.
Beautiful words ruin your poetry. A touch of beauty enhances a dish, but you throw a hill of it inton the pot! No, the palate becomes nauseous. You belief a poem must be beautiful, or it can have no e...
Bad things happen to realists.
And for What, For What. No matter what you do it will never amount to anything but a single drop in a limitless ocean. What is an ocean but a multitude of drops.
Act', implores the Ghost of Future Regret. 'I shan't give you another chance'. [and so Jacob does] 'Damned fool,' groans the Demon of Present Regret. 'What have you done?
A dinery server behaving like a pureblood attracts trouble; trouble attracts blame; blame demands a scrapegoat.
One fine day, a purely predatory world shall consume itself. Yes, the Devil shall take the hindmost until the foremost is the hindmost. In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human s...
You can’t go changing what you’ve already set down, not without botching things up even more
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
No entiendo cómo no te diste cuenta de que se trataba de una idea descabellada.Todas las revoluciones son una idea descabellada hasta que suceden; entonces se convierten en realidades históricas inevi...
I loved Vinny like he was a part of me, and he loved me like a stick of gum. He’d spat me out when the flavor went, unwrapped another, and stuffed it in, and not just anyone, but Stella Yearwood. My b...
Don’t mess with the fairies.
A random sequence of seemingly unrelated events.