A little self-knowledge is a dangerous thing.
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...
When I should have been producing obscure volumes of verse entitled the Triumph of Humpty Dumpty or the Nose with the Luminous Dong! Or at best, like Clare, weaving fearful vision ... A frustrated poe...
The Consul felt a pang. Ah, to have a horse, and gallop away, singing, to someone you loved perhaps, into the heart of all the simplicity and peace in the world; was that not like the opportunity affo...
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...
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...
He felt rather like someone lying in a bath after all the water has run out, witless, almost dead.
All of them, you see, misfits, all good for nothing, cowards, baboons, meek wolves, parasites, every man jack of them, people afraid to face their own responsibilities, fight their own fight, ready to...
Adiós, she added in Spanish, I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours.Thank you.Sank you.Not sank you, Señora Gregorio, thank you.Sank you.
Never think that by releasing me you will be free. You would only condemn us to an ultimate hell on earth. You would only free something else to destroy us both.
Journalism equals intellectual male prostitution of speech and writing,
He was safe here; this was the place he loved - sanctuary, the paradise of his despair.
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...
And in the town too were innumerable white cantinhas, where one could drink forever on credit, with the door open and the wind blowing.
And I'm afraid it really is a jungle too, pursued the Consul, in fact I expect Rousseau to come riding out of it at any moment on a tiger. What's that? Mr Quincey said, frowning in a manner that might...
Ah, in how many rooms, upon how many studio couches, among how many books, had they found their own love, their marriage, their life together, a life which, in spite of its many disasters, its total c...
Ah, guilt and sorrow had dogged Juan's footsteps too, for he was not a Catholic who could rise refreshed from the cold bath of confession. Yet the banality stood: that the past was irrevocably past. A...
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Why am I here, says the silence, what have I done, echoes the emptiness, why have I ruined myself in this wilful manner, chuckles the money in the till, why have I been brought so low, wheedles the th...
Voda je još cureći u bazen - Bože, kako umrtvljujuće sporo - ispunjavala tišinu između njih...Bilo je tu još nešto: Konzulu se činilo da još čuje glazbu plesa što mora da je već davno prestao, i kao d...