There was no rational explanation for what she had seen. It was unscientific. And Hester knew the world was totally and profoundly scientific. There could be only one explanation. I must be mad, she w...
There was nothing to see; the mist that hung in the air made everything invisible that was more than a short distance away.
They were collectors of words the same way so many of the gravel diggers were collectors of fossils. They kept an ear constantly alert for them, the rare, the unusual, the unique.
They were like amputees, only it was not a limb they were missing, but their very souls.
Thinking about it now, I realize that the mark had more or less the form of a Q, but at the time, in the shock of this unexpected and painful act of revealment, it had no such clarity, and it disturbe...
Thomas Ambrose Proctor!
Time was of the essence. For at eight o'clock the world came to an end. It was reading time. The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours. Again...
Time was of the essence. For at eight o’clock the world came to an end. It was reading time.
Todos tenemos nuestros dolores, y aunque la forma, el peso y las dimensiones del dolor son diferentes para cada persona, el color del dolor es común a todos nosotros.
Tragedy alters everything.
Vida Winter's appearance was not calculated for concealment. She was an ancient queen, sorceress or goddess. Her stiff figure rose regally out of a profusion of fat purple and red cushions. Draped aro...
Vida Winter.
We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delinaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. I know, he said, because he was human, a...
We live like latecomers at the theatre; we must catch up as best we can, dividing the beginning from the shape of later events.
We live like latecomers to the theater; we must catch up as best we can, divining the begging from the shape of later events.
We turned into the rose garden where the pruned bushes appeared as piles of dead twigs, but the elaborate borders of box that surrounded them in sinuous Elizabethan patterns twisted in and out of the...
What is it that allows human beings to see through each other's pretendings? For I understood quite clearly in that moment that she was anxious. Perhaps emotions have a smell or taste; perhaps we tran...
When one is nothing, one invents. It fills a void.
Why do they spend their time with cows when they are surely the more natural companions to unicorns, griffins and dragons? The answer is that the rook lives as he wishes. When he wants the entertainme...
Being nice is what’s left when you’ve failed at everything else. People with ambition don’t give a damn what other people think about them.
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