This is a quantum universe,' said Spike, 'neither random nor determined. It is potential at every second. All you can do is intervene.
They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?By forgetting. We cann...
There’s this world,’ she banged the wall graphically, ‘and there’s this world,’ she thumped her chest. ‘If you want to make sense of either, you have to take notice of both.
There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming.
There is no discovery without risk and what you risk reveals what you value.
There are two questions: where have you come from, and where are you going? But the brain doesn't have separate regions for the past and future; only the present is differentiated by the brain.We spli...
There are different kinds of infidelity, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it.
The important things happen by chance. Only the rest gets planned.
The body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.
Soldiers and women. That's how the world is. Any other role is temporary. Any other role is a gesture.
She did not press me to do so, she had often said that as she got older she took what she could of life but expected little.Then I was gone.Every time I was tempted to go to her I went to the Casino i...
Pursuing happiness, and I did, and I still do, is not at all the saem as being happy - which I think is fleeting, dependent on circumstances, and a bit bovine.If the sun is shining, stand in it - yes,...
Perhaps it is true that the world is made new again every day but our minds are not. The clamp that holds me will not let me go.
One of us hadn’t finished, why did the other one go? And why without warning? Even death after long illness is without warning. The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm. The troo...
Of course people will laugh at you, but people laugh at a great many things, so there's no need to take it personally.
Odd that a festival to celebrate the most austere of births should end up being all about conspicuous consumption.
Now if I was aping men, she'd have every right to be disgusted. As far as I was concerned, men were something you had around the place...not particularly interesting, but quite harmless.
Ne sachant quoi lire ni dans quel ordre, j'ai suivi l'alphabet. Dieu merci, elle s'appelait Austen...
My usual confessional is a straight Macallan but not before 5 o'clock. Perhaps that's why I try and have my crises in the evening.
Miss Pinch came visiting, and asked me what I intended to do with my Future. She spoke about it as though it were an incurable disease.