There are no lawyers anymore, and the university is closed.
The fact is that I hate this city. I've hated it so long I can hardly remember feeling any other way about it.
Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results.
Strange how we decorate pain.These ribbons, for instance,and the small hard teardrops of blood.Who are they for?Do we think the dead care?
So by the time the morning came, Odysseus and I were indeed friends, as Odysseus had promised we would be. Or let me put it another way: I myself had developed friendly feelings towards him - more tha...
She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said...
Sex and violence, he thinks now. A lot of the songs were about that. We didn't even notice. We thought it was art.
Per il Paradiso abbiamo bisogno di Te. L'Inferno ce lo possiamo fare da soli.
One day, he said that what you had to do in any adversarial situation was to kill the king, as in chess. I said people didn't have kings any more. He said he meant the centre of power, but today it wo...
Once in a while, though, he went on binges. He would sneak into bookstores or libraries, lurk around the racks where the little magazines were kept; sometimes he'd buy one. Dead poets were his busines...
Now she imagines him dreaming. She imagines him dreaming of her, as she is dreaming of him. Through a sky the color of wet slate they fly towards each other on dark invisible wings, searching, searchi...
No more photos. Surely there are enough. No more shadows of myself thrown by light onto pieces of paper, onto squares of plastic.
Looking back on his life, he sees himself spread out on the earth like a giant covered in tiny threads that have held him down. Tiny threads of petty cares and small concerns, and fears he took seriou...
Just do your duty in silence. When in doubt, when flat on your back, you can look at the ceiling. Who knows what you may see, up there? Funeral wreaths and angels, constellations of dust, stellar or o...
It's simple,' Kat told them. 'You bombard them with images of what they ought to be, and you make them feel grotty for being the way they are. You're working with the gap between reality and perceptio...
It was a question now, rather than a statement; a question with no answer.
Is it real? No, it is not real. What is this not real? Not real can tell us about real.
I won't fatten them in cages, though. I won't ply them with poisoned fruit items. I won't change them into clockwork images or talking shadows. I won't drain out their life's blood. They can do all th...
I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing….I’m a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows r...
How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all.