Le persone che vivevano in massa, pensò Shorn, erano come ciottoli su di una spiaggia: ciascuna levigava il suo vicino, fino a quando tutte erano assolutamente uniformi.
I have transcended that phase in my intellectual growth where I discover humour in simple freakishness. What exists is real; therefore it is tragic, since wherever lives must die. Only fantasy, the va...
I am not partial to folk who are grim and austere. I prefer fanciful folk who make me laugh.
Excellent; all is well. The 'everlasting tedium' exactly countervenes the 'immediate onset of death' and I am left only with the 'canker' which, in the person of Firx, already afflicts me. One must us...
But even in my life I saw the leaching of spirit. A surfeit of honey cloys the tongue; a surfeit of wine addles the brain; so a surfeit of ease guts a man of strength. Light, warmth, food, water, were...
Bending, she kissed Glawen’s cheek. Thank you for a lovely day. Wait! cried Glawen. Come back! I think not, said Wayness, and ran off up the path to Riverview House.
A voice issued from the mirror...The characters read thus: 'Suldrun, sweet Suldrun, leave this room before harm arrives upon you!' Suldrun looked about her. What would harm me?Let the bottled imps cla...
What are your fees? inquired Guyal cautiously. I respond to three questions, stated the augur. For twenty terces I phrase the answer in clear and actionable language; for ten I use the language of can...
Two hours of loose philosophizing will never tilt the scale against the worth of one sound belch.
The world now lacks a Sir Pom-pom, with all his funny ways! I wonder where he is now? Or is he anywhere at all? Can someone be nowhere?
The pre-dawn air was quiet and cool; the sky showed the colors of citron, pearl, and apricot, which were reflected from the sea. Out from the Tumbling River estuary drifted the black ship Smaadra, pro...
The forest of Tantrevalles shades a deep dank soil; somewhere under this mold lies the carcass of a snake which in better times used the name Visbhume; he no longer tippety-taps and moves and jerks to...
The dead man's companions at the counter started to their feet, but halted as Voynod with great aplomb turned to face them. Take care, you dunghill cocks! Notice the fate of your fellow! He died by th...
Let us leave this room, said Melancthe. It reeks of the brain.
It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
I will say little more. Cugel, you have small acquaintance with the trade, but I take it as a good sign that you have come to me for training, since my nethods are not soft. You will learn or you will...
Extraordinary that those who command the perquisites of place are those most ready to ignore them! It is as if the blessings of Providence are specious, and notable only in their absence. Ah well, I r...
Death is the heritage of life; a man’s vitality is like air in a bladder. Poinct this bubble and away, away, away, flees life, like the color of fading dream.
Candor is never indiscreet. Truth, which is to say, the reflection of life, is beautiful.
A surfeit of honey cloys the tongue; a surfeit of wine addles the brain; so a surfeit of ease guts a man of strength.