A thing named is a thing tamed.
Better a king in the gutter,' he said, 'than a slave in an emperor's place
Sometimes walking away is best. I should know. It's my specialty.
There's also a lot of random stuff about poetry, flowers and lute music, plus kissing and cuddling (lots of this), wearing similar outfits, talking incessantly about the current object of devotion, an...
After all, words are what remain when all the deeds have been done. Words can shatter faith; start a war; change the course of history. A story can make your heart beat faster; topple walls; scale mou...
Clones fit in. Freaks stand out. Ask me which one I prefer.
At such times I feel I could die for love of her, my little stranger, my heart swelling dangerously so that the only release is to run too, my red coat flapping around my shoulders like wings, my hair...
I don't think that white collar gives you sole right of access to the divine.
The wind always brings us back to the same wall
Call me cynical if you like. But it all sounds a bit too convenient. The Authorized Version of events leaves out a number of details, which Creationists seem content to ignore. I personally have my do...
Anything that can be dreamed is true.
From this I think we can all conclude that the cow was the primary instigator of everything that followed - war, Tribulation, the End of the Worlds. Lesson One: never trust a rumiant.
All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.
I believe that being happy is the only important thing. Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or torturous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.
For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.
Some books you read.
Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored.
The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won’t I? in pitiful indecision.
Fiction is a tower of glass built from a million tiny truths, grains of sand fused together to make a single, gleaming lie.
This is something different again. A feeling of peace. The feeling you get when a recipe turns out perfectly right, a perfectly risen souffle, a flawless sauce hollandaise. It's a feeling which tells...
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