The leafless trees, with their black branches stretched hysterically in every direction, looked to him like illustrations of a central nervous system racked by disease: studies of human suffering anat...
If anything should take place behind closed doors, it was cruelty and betrayal.
In the Dodge City of romantic love, crowded with betrayal, abandonment and rejection, it was better to fire first than to take the risk of being gunned down.
We are entering the Dark Ages, my friend, but this time there will be lots of neon, and screen savers, and street lighting.
Is there ever anything to get worried about,' Peter couldn't help asking, 'when there are so many things to worry about duly?
An image flashed across her mind of two rams flinging their heads against each other on a rocky mountainside. What did the girl rams do? Faint with pleasure? Clap their cloven hooves? Lean against som...
Once he had taken heroin he could imagine being without it;
In England, art was much less likely to be mentioned in polite society than sexual perversions or methods of torture.
The shock of standing again under the wide pale sky, completely exposed. This must be what the oyster feels when the lemon juice falls.
Observe Everything. Always think for yourself. Never let other people make important decisions for you.
Words are our slaves: they may be used to fetch a pair of slippers, or to build the great pyramid of Giza: they depend on syntax to make the order of the world manifest, to raise stones into arches an...
He thought of one of the guiding mottoes of his father’s life: ‘Never apologize, never explain.
How could he think his way out of the problem when the problem was the way he thought...
This time he was going to fall apart silently.
His conscience, like a sunburnt scorpion, was stinging itself to death.
I'll let you in on a little secret, Garry: everything is history. By the time you notice it, it's already happened. That famous imposter, the present, disappears in the cognitive gap. Mind the gap!
A face like a crème brûlée after the first blow of the spoon,
In my rather brief medical practice,' said David modestly, 'I found that people spend their whole lives imagining they are about to die. Their only consolation is that one day they're right.
And then the old exhortations would come out: observe everything…trust nobody…despise your mother…effort is vulgar…things were better in the eighteenth century.
Forced to observe the fringes of unconsciousness and make darkness visible;
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