There was a quote he could not quite remember, something about the past being an island surrounded by time. He had missed the last boat to the island.
There was something about total loyalty, uncritical devotion, endless patience, perpetual forgiveness and the general inability to believe that a loved one could ever do anything wrong that, frankly,...
There were a few compensations to having corporeal Aspect. Food (jam tarts were my favourites); drink (mostly wine and mead); setting things on fire; sex (although I was still extremely confused by al...
There's something very comforting about the ritual of jam-making. It speaks of cellars filled with preserves; of neat rows of jars on pantry shelves. It speaks of winter mornings and bowls of , with t...
There’s an old Northlands saying that goes like this: When lies don’t help. try telling the truth. Loki knew it well, of course, but preferred his own version, which was: When lies don’t help, tell be...
They tell you revenge isn't worth it. I say there's nothing finer.
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...
Those people who say that words have no power know nothing of the nature of words. Words, well placed, can end a regime; can turn affection to hatred; can start a religion or even a war. Words are the...
To be a mother is to live in fear. Fear of death, of sickness, of loss, of accidents, of strangers, of the Black Man, or simply those small everyday things that somehow manage to hurt us most: the loo...
To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think...This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms. This loss of contact.
Vendo sogni, piccoli comfort, tentazioni dolci e innocue.
You see, I do believe in miracles. I, who have passed through fire. I do believe.
We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.
Weeds and wheat cannot grow peacefully together. Any gardener could tell you the same thing.
We’re gods, not saints. Everyone lies. Everyone cheats. Everyone scores off everyone else.
What is a writer of fiction but a liar with a licence?
When the going gets tough, choose your cliché.
Why can no one here think of anything but chocolates?
Wisdom isn't everything. Survival requires an element of trickery, Chaos, subterfuge. All qualities I possess (if I may say so) in abundance.
Work. Like pain, I sensed that this was an experience I would want to avoid as often as possible.
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