An unkind describer might refer to her face as like a party nobody’s turned up to.
In a cycle as old as tribalism, ignorance of the Other engenders fear; fear engenders hatred; hatred engenders violence; violence engenders further violence until the only rights, the only law, are wh...
Laughter is an anarchic blasphemy. Tyrants are wise to fear it.
To kill what you’d cherish & cure, he opined, that seems to be the way of things.
Temple of the Rat King. Ark of the Soot God. Sphincter of Hades. Yes, King's Cross Station, where, according to , a blow job costs only five quid - any of the furthest-left three cubicles in the men's...
Prayer may be a placebo for the disease of helplessness, but placebos can make you feel better.
I'm not good with the low-level unexplained. I worry at such things. I'm quite relaxed about the great mysteries of the universe; when it comes to the existence of God, for example, I figure that, as...
Here’s the truth: Who is spared love is spared grief.
Experimentally, silently, I mouth I love you ... No one hears, no one sees, but the tree falls in the forest just the same.
What sparks wars? The will to power, the backbone of human nature. The threat of violence, the fear of violence, or actual violence, is the instrument of this dreadful will. You can see the will to po...
Trees, their incremental gymnastics and noisy silence, are another wonder of Outside to me.
The Future, says Ian, in a film-trailer voice. Coming soon, to a Present near you.
Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms round the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage.
If you’re in your life, chance. Viewed from the outside, like a book you’re reading, it’s fate all the way.
I wonder who had the first computer dream, where, and when? I wonder if computers ever dream of humans.
I put it to the great man [Hitchcock], the key to fictitious terror is partition or containment: so long as the Bates Motel is sealed off from our world, we want to peer in, like at a scorpion enclosu...
I consider how you don't get to choose whom you're attracted to, you only get to wonder about it retrospectively.
Human beings are walking bundles of cravings. Cravings for food, water, shelter, warmth; sex and companionship; status, a tribe to belong to; kicks, control, purpose; and so on, all the way down toe c...
Disco's are tricky. You look a total wally if you dance too early but after one crucial song tips the disco over, you look a sad saddo if you don't.
Cîți oameni atîtea adevăruri. Cînd și cînd, parcă zăresc un Adevăr mai adevărat, care se ascunde în spatele unor simulacre imprefecte, dar, cînd încerc sa m-apropii de el, se face nevăzut si se afundă...