He had forgotten how convincing the world could look, how sure of itself: its outlines and edges; it's gradations, recessions, protrusions; it's startling and vulgar colors.
Furniture! bellowed the witch. Tables, bathtub, the lot of you. It's time to go out in the world and seek your fortunes, if that's your hope. There was a crashing sound as all the furniture went and t...
For one short wet month early in the next year the drought lifted. Spring tipped in like green well water frothing at the hedges bubbling at the roadside splashing from the cottage roof in garlands of...
Everything was not merely relative, it was-how to put it?-relevant. Representational. Revealing. Referential and reverential both.
Every choice brings wisdom in its wake. If you got to have the wisdom first, it wouldn't be a choice--just policy
Doğuştan bir yeteneğin varsa ya da doğuştan iyiliğe eğilimin varsa... Sonunda aklını kaçırıyorsun.
Don’t take the advice of anyone you meet here. We’re all mad.
Children are wickeder than adults, they have no sense of restraint.
By that token, you might forget an event, but you can never go back to living as you did before its hidden influence was applied upon you.
But she woke up just then, and in the moonlight covered herself with a blanket. She smiled at him drowsily and called him Yero, my hero, and that melted his heart.
Bu dünyada cefa ahirette sefa mı? Yok daha neler!
Behind her starry-eyed love of herself there IS a mind struggling to work. She DOES think about things. When her mind is really working, she could, if led, think on you--even, I suspect, somewhat fond...
Aún estaba embadurnada con la sangre del parto y los comienzos acuosos de sus heces de lactante. La llevó a la puerta y la puso bajo la lluvia tibia. Cuando estuvo limpia, vio que era verde.
Aún estaba embadurnada con la sangre delparto y los comienzos acuosos de sus heces de lactante. La llevó a la puerta y la puso bajo la lluvia tibia. Cuando estuvo limpia, vio que eraverde.
At her feet was a largish basket woven of twigs. He didn't look into it; he couldn't. Every now and then her shoeless foot would nip out from beneath the dark hem of her skirt and give the basket a li...
As an old friend of mine once said when I brought him some interesting brownies, ‘You must accept the truth from whatever source it comes,’ she replied. Haven’t you read your Maimonides?
As Solomon said in the Old Book, if two women squabble over which of them is the mother of a certain infant, the way to solve the problem is to cut the baby in half and share the baby in parts.
Approval is overrated. Approval and disapproval alike satisfy those who deliver it more than those who receive it.
And yet what now is hidden in shadows below may become more welcome to you in the long run.
And that aroma of sex … soft baby asparagus cut with a weak solution of Clorox.