Fate always gives you two choices, Scorpio George once said: the one you should take, and the one you do.
Evening brings the people to their windows, balconies, and doorways. Evening fills the streets with strolling crowds. Evening is an indigo tent for the circus of the city, and families bring children...
Divorce is healthier than the stock exchange, and way more predictable.
Didier once told me, in a rambling, midnight dissertation, that a dream is the place where a wish and a fear meet. When the wish and the fear are exactly the same, he said, we call the dream a nightma...
Cowardece is often just another name for being taken by surprise.
Civilisation, after all, is defined by what we forbid, more than what we permit.
But we made the night bright and the sunlight right a lot of the time, and never felt used or unloved.
But somehow, in some way, for some reason, the love had died in me, and I suddenly realised it, and was suddenly sure. It wasn’t completely over, my feeling for Karla. It never is completely over. But...
But reason didn't play a big part in the guilt I'd felt, deep in my heart, since the moment I'd seen his dead face beneath its shroud of snow. Once I'd faced it, I couldn't shake the shame. And someho...
But I smiled, and smiling was easy, no matter how strange and disorienting the street seemed to be. I was a fugitive. I was a wanted man, a hunted man, with a price on my head. And I was still one ste...
But I couldn't respond. My culture had taught me all the wrong things well. So I lay completely still, and gave no reaction at all. But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has n...
Black markets for things exist,’ he said slowly, as if confiding a personal secret rather than a commercial fact, ‘because the white markets are too strict. In this case, in the case of currencies, th...
Baptised by the sky, the world was born again, and hope washed a year’s dust and blood from the mountain.
Annoying is worse than dangerous, n'est-ce pas? It is easier to live with a dangerous man than an annoying one.
And while a small measure of bitterness might’ve protected me from time to time, as it sometimes does, I’ve learned that sweet memories don’t walk through cynical doors.
And money, if the pile gets high enough, is something like a big political party: it does as much harm as it does good, it puts too much power in too few hands, and the closer you come to it the dirti...
And if you did this, if you saved your mother from this vicious killer, would you be doing the wrong thing or the right thing?
Anarchists...' I began and then faltered. 'No political philosophy I ever heard of loves the human race as much as anarchism. Every other way of looking at the world says that people have to be contro...
All political systems favour the powerful rich over the defenceless poor.
A man trusts another man when he sees enough of himself in him, I guess. Or maybe when he sees the things he wishes he had in himself.