What if the water that came out of the shower was treated with a chemical that responded to a combination of things, like your heartbeat and your body temperature and your brainwaves, so that your ski...
What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.
Well, what I don't get is why do we exist? I don't mean how, but why.' I watched the fireflies of his thoughts orbit his head. He said, 'we exist because we exist. . .we could imagine all sorts of uni...
We slept in the same bed.There was never a right time to say it.It was always unnecessary.The books in my father's shed were sighing.The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna's breathing....
We are lying to ourselves and to each other.Lying about what? I don't care if we're lying.I am a bad person.I don't care. I don't care what you are.
Wat gebeurt er met alle mannelijke kuikens van legkippen? Als de mens ze niet heeft aangepast voor de vleesproductie en de natuur ze overduidelijk niet heeft gemaakt om eieren te leggen, welke functie...
Was his death an essential stage in the continuation of his life?
There's nothing that could convince someone who doesn't want to be convinced. But there is an abundance of clues that would give the wanting believer something to hold on to.
The philosopher Elaine Scarry has observed that beauty always takes place in the particular. Cruelty, on the other hand, prefers abstraction.
The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad.
The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad.
The end of the world has come often, and continues to often come. Unforgiving, unrelenting, bringing darkness upon darkness, the end of the world is something we have become well acquainted with, habi...
The arm was the arm, and it was the arm - not her husband, or even herself - that she thought about seven years later, on June 28, 1941, as the first German war blasts shook her wooden house to its fo...
The Eskimos have four hundred words for snow, and the Jews have four hundred for schmuck.
That’s the difference between heaven and hell! In hell we starve! In heaven we feed each other!
That secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.
Si-a lasat familia de izbeliste. Mi-am scris expresia pe creier.
She was so beautiful, like someone who you will never meet, but always dream of meeting, like someone who is too good for you.
She was extending a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence, she said, You don't want to talk to me, do you? I took my daybook out of my knapsack and found the next...
She was also the most lonely and sad. She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness coul...