It was impossible to instruct on the subject of beauty, of course. It simply was. You were either moved by it or you weren’t.
It means acceptance. Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced, I suppose.
If there was one thing she found more tedious than thinking about politics it was talking about politics.
If Richard had lived, perhaps... but one cannot look backwards, only forwards. What has passed has passed for ever. What is it Heraclitus says? One Cannot step in the same river twice?' ... 'More or l...
I was on the verge of something numinous and profound and in one more second the universe was going to crack open and arcana would rain down on my head like grace and all the cosmic mysteries were goi...
I wanted her for what she was, but when I got her I wanted her to change.
I have seen a large dog fox several times recently but it was a hot afternoon and no doubt, like most creatures, it was lying low in the shade. The fox has an unfortunate reputation. A crafty thief, o...
He didn’t make plans himself any more. There was now and it was followed by another now. If you were lucky.
Don't let your imagination run away with you, Miss Armstrong. But why would you not when the reality was so awful? And that was that. Juliet's war.
Best always to praise rather than criticize.
Being flippant was harder work than being earnest
A van drew up in the centre of St. Helen’s Square and disgorged several people dressed as zombies. The zombies proceeded to chase the men who were dressed as condoms. The condom men didn’t seem very s...
Suspected everyone did—from Winnie, the least pulchritudinous,
She said science had made the world a worse place, that it was all about men inventing new ways to kill people.
Not so much an agent provocateur as an agent passif, if such a thing could be said to exist. (Sometimes, Perry said, saying nothing can be your strongest weapon.)
It was one of those questions you couldn’t ask in case he were to tell the truth.
Her. It was a cruel thing, trying to sprout and find the light of day. It was truth. She wasn’t sure that she wanted it.
Common language was a wonderful idea, but utterly utopian. All good ideas were, she said sadly.
Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced.
What on earth was she doing with her life? Could she just get up and leave?
