The sweet accident of coincidence is the best foundation on which to build.
The premise is prejudicial and proves that what’s wanted here isn’t a trial but a conviction.
The person who asks questions like yours always gets to choose the terms,
The master is bringing Darwin through to examine lower life-forms, Rhoda. Straighten your spine or you’ll be mistook for a mollusk.
The cunning old cow, thought Melena. She is trying that rarest of strategies, telling the truth, and making it sound plausible.
Take care of yourself and beware high connections with bastards, because when the revolution comes there won’t be mercy for toadying ass-lickers.
Sometimes I think that vengeance is habit forming too. A stiffness of the attitude.
So young, he knew nothing about aerodynamics, except how the heart could lift and lift.
So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste.
She found her regard for Mr. Winter turning to something like suspicion—though notice how often we lower suspicion upon others to avoid putting ourselves under scrutiny. Now
She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.
Only, sometimes, in the text of a book here and there, we tap the page with a finger and say, This is what my lost days were like. Something like this. But even as we turn to the fellow in the bed bes...
Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us.
No doubt Noah offered his wife that olive branch. Forty days in a boat with those animals to clean up after? A peace offering likely all that stood between their marriage and bloody murder.
I’d give a lot to achieve fun, Elphaba said. The best I usually hope for is stirring, and when people say that they’re usually referring to digestion
It’s like the old saw: What does a dragon in its shell look like? Well no one can ever tell, for as soon as you break the shell to see, the dragon is no longer in its shell. The real disaster of this...
It is very difficult to make one's way in this world without being wicked at one time or another, when the world's way is so wicked to begin with.
Is that, in the end - that capacity to hurt - the most essential ingredient for a ruler?
If you’re ever dragged from your chambers at midnight, blindfolded and gagged, without being told whether you’re off to a firing squad or a surprise birthday party, you’ll find that you turn and retur...
If you have an ancestor who is a Benedictine monk, we would rather not know it.