Perhaps his tragedy is that he is the only normal writer left on earth -- and it is this that adds to his isolation and so too his so sense of guilt.
They were galloping...Bare level plain had taken the place of the scrub and they'd been cantering briskly, the foals prancing delightedly ahead, when suddenly the dog was a shoulder-shrugging streakin...
No se puede vivir sin amar
Love is the only thing which gives meaning to our poor ways on earth
Hell, he finished absurdly. Because— He produced a twenty-peso note and laid it on the table. I like it, he called to them, through the open window, from outside. Cervantes stood behind the bar, with...
Somebody threw a dead dog after him down the ravine.
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...
Interchangeable ever were the terms of abuse with which the aggressor discredits those about to be ravaged!
How, unless you drink as I do, could you hope to understand the beauty of an old Indian woman playing dominoes with a chicken?
But who could agree with someone who was so certain you were going to be sober the day after tomorrow?
Nothing is altered and in spite of God’s mercy I am still alone. Though my suffering seems senseless I am still in agony. There is no explanation of my life. Indeed there was not, nor was this what he...
Meantime do you see me as still working on the book, still trying to answer such questions as: Is there any ultimate reality, external, conscious and ever-present etc. etc. that can be realised by any...
It's amazing when you come to think of it how the human spirit seems to blossom in the shadow of the abattoir!
For the Love of DyingThe tortures of hell are stern, their fires burn fiercely.Yet vultures turn against the air more beautifullythan seagulls float downwind in cool sunlight,or fans in asylums spin a...
Black Flowers is the name of that song. Cervantes was about to beckon the man to come in. It say:—I suffer, because your lips say only lies and they have death in a kiss.
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...
They were the cars at the fair that were whirling around her; no, they were the planets, while the sun stood, burning and spinning and guttering in the centre; here they came again, Mercury, Venus, Ea...
The more even sounds of the bus wove into Hugh's brain an idiotic syllogism: I am losing the Battle of the Ebro, I am also losing Yvonne, therefore Yvonne is...
The dead. Do they sleep? Why should they, when we cannot?
Ah, the harbour bells of Cambridge! Whose fountains in moonlight and closed courts and cloisters, whose enduring beauty in its virtuous remote self-assurance, seemed part, less of the loud mosaic of o...