Always you were drawn to the composite creatures, the broken and reassembled, for that is what you are.
Always the godfather, never the god,
All paths lead to the same place, and that place is whatever comes next.
A plot, whether abandoned by a reader or pursued rapturously, remains itself, and gets where it is headed even if nobody is looking. It is progressive and inevitable as the seasons. Winter
A mother to a reckless, feckless, one-off of a child—but what child isn’t?
A capacity for interiority in the growing adult is threatened by the temptation to squander that capacity ruthlessly, to revel in hollowness. The syndrome especially plagues anyone who lives behind a...
A NOTION OF CHARACTER, not so much discredited as simply forgotten, once held that people only came into themselves partway through their lives. They woke up, were they lucky enough to have consciousn...
Perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.
But, being unable to decide yes, she decided no.
The decades looked on and didn't notice her passing. They stared from their fixed mounts across at each other and didn't see revolution striding between them, on her way to destiny.
Öyle insansever, hayırsever gibi sözcükler kullanmam ben. Bence insan olmak demek tabiatta işlenebilecek en iğrenç cinayetleri işlemeye muktedir olmak demektir.
History takes a long time to happen.
Wishing is the beginning of imagination. They practice wishing when they are young things, and then -when they have grown - they have a developed imagination. Which can do some harm - greed, that kind...
When you can't die, she thought, everything sounds like a clock ticking.
What is there that makes my life worth preserving?I love you, said Elphaba.So that’s that then, and that’s it, he answered her, and himself. And I love you. So I promise to be careful.Careful of us bo...
What good is it being a painter if you can't paint yourself?
We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out. Once we really get the full measure of it--we're slow learners, we women--we dry up in disgust and sensibly halt produc...
Think of egg and spoon. If there is an egg, well, fine. You eat. Unless you use your spoon to hold the egg out of my reach. Does being in possession of a spoon give you more right to the egg?
There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.
The world pauses for royalty and deformity alike, and sometimes one can’t tell the difference.