Hugh put one foot up on the parapet and regarded his cigarette that seemed bent, like humanity, on consuming itself as quickly as possible.
What use were his talons and fangs to the dying tiger? In the clutches, say, to make matters worse, of a boa-constrictor? But apparently this improbable tiger had no intention of dying just yet. On th...
I have resisted temptation for two and a half minutes at least: my redemption is sure.
But who could agree with someone who was so certain you were going to be sober the day after to-morrow?
لا تحصى المزايا التى جلبتها لنا الحضارةولا تعد الطاقة المنتجة لكل انواع الثراء التىأوجدتها ابتكارات العلم واكتشافاته.ولا تتصور الإبداعات الرائعة للجنس الإنسانىمن اجل أن يكون البشر أكثر سعادة،أكثر حرية...
—I am the chief steward of my fate, I am the fireman of my soul.
Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days, it'd die of remorse on the third—
Ronyons
Hugh concentrated upon different objects in the camión; the driver’s small mirror with the legend running round it—Cooperación de la Cruz Roja, the three picture postcards of the Virgin Mary pinned be...
Fear ringed by doubt is my eternal moon.
Love is the only thing which gives meaning to our poor ways on earth
He felt rather like someone lying in a bath after all the water has run out, witless, almost dead.
Haven’t you got any tenderness or love left for me at all? Yvonne asked suddenly, almost piteously, turning round on him, and he thought: Yes, I do love you, I have all the love in the world left for...
Even almost bad poetry is better than life
Closing his eyes again, standing there, glass in hand, he thought for a minute with a freezing detached almost amused calm of the dreadful night inevitably awaiting him whether he drank much more or n...
Word
Night: and once again, the nightly grapple with death, the room shaking with daemonic orchestras, the snatches of fearful sleep, the voices outside the window, my name being continually repeated with...
Not that it was not a nightmare. It was, but of a very special kind he was scarcely old enough to appreciate.
SCARED TO DEATH In Arizona, a 1000-acre forest of junipers suddenly withered and died. Foresters are unable to explain it, but the Indians say the trees died of fear but they are not in agreement as t...
Th soul! Ah, and did she not too have her savage and traitorous Tlaxcalans, her Cortés and her noches tristes, and, sitting within her innermost citadel in chains, drinking chocolate, her pale Moctezu...
Showing 21 to 40 of 91 results