The brontosaurus had thirty-ton body and a two-ounce brain. The anatosaurus had two thousand teeth. Triceratops had a helmet of filled bone seven feet long. Tyrannosaurus rex had tiny arms and teeth l...
We are fated to love one another; we hardly exist outside our love, we are just animals without it, with a birth and a death and constant fear between. Our love has lifted us up, out of the dreadfulne...
We dress our garden, eat our dinners, discuss the household with our wives, and these things make no impression, are forgotten next week; but in the solitude to which every man is always returning, he...
We were all brought up to want things and maybe the world isn't big enough for all that wanting. I don't know. I don't know anything
I love my government not least for the extent to which it leaves me alone.
A yawning repetitiveness as of a man who knows few words but will not stop talking.
Ever since, two summers ago, Joe Marino had begun to come into her bed, a preposterous fecundity had overtaken the staked plans, out in the side garden where the southwestern sun slanted in through th...
Everybody who tells you how to act has whiskey on their breath.
Everybody who tells you how to act has whisky on their breath.
He doesn't know, what to do, where to go, what will happen, the thought that he doesn't know seems to make him infinitely small and impossible to capture. Its smallness fills him like a vastness.
His insides are beginning to feel sickly. The pain of the world is a crater all these syrups and pills a thousandfold would fail to fill.
It's the strange thing about you mystics, how often your little ecstasies wear a skirt.
Let us not mock God with metaphor,Analogy, sidestepping, transcendence;Making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
The day is declining through the white afternoon to the long blue spring evening. He drives past a corner where someone is practicing on a trumpet
The universe is a pointless, self running machine, and we are insignificant by-products, whom death will tuck back into oblivion, with or without holy fanfare.
This life is the one to be lived now, that much is crystal-clear. What did Thoreau supposedly say—‘One world at a time’?
You have a life and there are these volumes on either side that go unvisited; some day soon as the world winds he will lie beneath what he now stands on, dead as those insects whose sound he no longer...
Customs and convictions change respectable people are the last to know, or to admit, the change, and the ones most offended by fresh reflections of the facts in the mirror of art.
Truth should not be forced it should simply manifest itself, like a woman who has in her privacy reflected and coolly decided to bestow herself upon a certain man.
Russia is the only country of the world you can be homesick for while you're still in it.
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