Looking down on their glossy heads, I realized that they were indeed threatened; they were simply unaware of it. We are all vulnerable.
These friends - and he laid his hand on some of the books - have been good friends to me, and for some years past, ever since I had the idea of going to London, have given me many, many hours of pleas...
It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.
There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...
Really, it was my fickleness, I sometimes think, that they found unendurable. If I had restricted myself to only one of their sweet girls, and married her, and chewed her neck in private, I suppose I...
In my reality all the mosquitoes are vampires and all fireflies are dragons.
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
I felt sure…that these creatures were never threatened by the grimness of history, either.
I felt sure, glaring at the children as they settled onto the sand with their shovels, that these creatures were never threatened by the grimness of history, either. Then, looking down on their glossy...
I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
There is a reason that all things are as they are, and did you see with my eyes and know with my knowledge, you would perhaps better understand.
