War’s first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.
This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious, and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays;...
Сознание не терпит пустоты, а потому склонно населять ее призраками.
An unkind describer might refer to her face as like a party nobody’s turned up to.
Trees're always a relief, after people.
Other nights, Ayrs likes me to read him poetry, especially his beloved Keats. He whispers the verses as I recite, as if his voice is leaning on mine.
When a man aspires to power, I ask one simple question:Does he think like a businessman?'Luisa rolls her napkin into a compact ball. 'I ask tree simple questions. How did he get that power? How is he...
And there, in the background, the brite spring sky's sediment had sunk to a dark band of blue. Ah, it mesmerized me...like the snow had done. All the woe of the words, I am seemed dissolved there, pai...
Some might think that acting all modest and yet feeling all megalomaniacal is dishonest. I say it’s a cultural thing. And of course it’s not megalomania (well, if it is, I’m the worst person to judge...
I envy the God-intoxicated Boyces of the world. Prayer may be a placebo for the disease of helplessness, but placebos can make you feel better.
So many things there are to know. Most things happen because of mistakes.
Our will to power, our science, and those v. faculties that elevated us from apes, to savages, to modern man, are the same faculties that’ll snuff out Homo sapiens before this century is out!
Trees, their incremental gymnastics and noisy silence, are another wonder of Outside to me.
Valleysmen’d not want to hear, she answered, that human hunger birthed the Civ’lize, but human hunger killed it too. I know it from other tribes offland what I stayed with. Times are you say a person’...
A sprinkle of last-minute despair gives a soul an agreeably earthy aftertaste.
A wise man does not step betwixt the beast and his meat
Clocks measure arbitrary meters of time, but not its speed. Nobody knows if time is speeding up, or slowing down. Nobody knows what it is. How much time is there in a day? Not how many hours, minutes,...
That’s my problem with new-age stuff. In common with many irrational views it harks back to a sense of something ancient while rejecting anything provably historical. It’s like the miserable concept o...
What's the book like?Well, some of it's twaddle, but mostly it's just piffle. Cheers!
Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.
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