Ambition without direction is like milk without a cup.
Ada. Even if you run away from me like some I know, I’m still Ada.
Who knows what we want? We’re all mysteries, even to ourselves.
Belongs. I can’t afford so much as a footman to scour Saint Petersburg. You must afford it. It is said, ‘One
At least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder
You two are just up the stairs. Next to my room, so I can keep an eye on you should you get up to anything.What's your name so I can call it out during wild sex?
Wrong takes an awful long time to be proven, in my experience.
What good is it being a painter if you can't paint yourself?
What are we going to do? Such a bad harvest last summer and too little snow now to irrigate the fields come spring … The world is protesting. It feels like a summer cloudburst coming, yet the hymns of...
Well, said Madame Morrible in a carrying tone, one expects poetry, if it is Poetry, to offend. It is the Right of Art.
We stand at a crossroads. Idolatry looms. Traditional values in jeopardy. Truth under siege and virtue abandoned.
We live in our tales of ourselves. . . and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls. . .
We are loping sequences of chemical conversions, acting ourselves converted. We are twists of genes acting ourselves twisted; we are wicks of burning neuroses acting ourselves wicked. And nothing to b...
We are an experiment in situation ethics set by the unnamed god.
Was it an accident I saw that...or is it just that the world unwraps itself to you, again and again, as soon as you are ready to see it anew?
To grow a melody? You can't grow a melody on purpose, she said, and slyly added, you have to plant an accidental.
Those who are roped into bed at night often fall into delusions of flight.
There were more ways to live than the ones given by one's superiors
The years peeled slowly off, one by one, or perhaps dozens at a time.
The thing about a mirror is this: The one who stares into it is condemned to consider the world from her own perspective.