It was love, after all,that rubbed the skins from their gray cheeks,crippled their fingers,snarled their hair, brown or dull gold.Hate would merely have smashed them.
It was a wicked game. Homer, says Snowman, making his way through the dripping-wet vegetation. The Divine Comedy. Greek statuary. Aqueducts. Paradise Lost. Mozart’s music. Shakespeare, complete works....
It is better to journey than to arrive, as long as we journey in firm faith and for selfless ends.
It disturbs me that he can remember some of these things about himself, but not others; that the things he's lost or misplaced exist now only for me. If he's forgotten so much, what have I forgotten?
Is that how we lived, then? But we lived as usual. Everyone does, most of the time. Whatever is going on is as usual. Even this is as usual, now.We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the sam...
Inside John, she thinks, is another John, who is much nicer. This other John will emerge like a butterfly from a cocoon, a Jack from a box, a pit from a prune, if the first John is only squeezed enoug...
In those timeless years between infancy and, say, seven what is has always been: in that way children inhabit the realm of myth.
In their dreams they touch, they intertwine, it's more like a collision, and that is the end of flying. They fall to earth, fouled parachutists, botched and cindery angels, love streaming out behind t...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast.You understand? There is no house, there is no breakfast,yet here I am
In reduced circumstances you have to believe all kinds of things. I believe in thought transference now, vibrations in the ether, that sort of junk. I never used to.
In reduced circumstances the desire to live attaches itself to strange objects.
In reality it was like this: Earth was colonized by the Zycronites, who developed the ability to travel from one space dimension to another at a period several millennia after the epoch of which we sp...
In front of us, to the right, is the store where we order dresses. Some people call them , a good word for them. Habits are hard to break.
Ignorieren ist nicht das gleiche wie Ignoranz, man muß etwas dazu tun.
If you want what's in the package you should at least know how to get the string off, is what I say.
I've learned to do without a lot of things. If you have a lot of things, said Aunt Lydia, you get too attached to this material world and you forget about spiritual values. You must cultivate poverty...
I would pore for hours over the stalls of worn necklaces, sets of gilt spoons, sugar tongs in the shape of hen's feet or midget hands, clocks that didn't work, flowered china, spotty mirrors and ponde...
I would like to be found. I would like to see. Or to be seen. I wonder if, in the eye of God, it amounts to the same thing.
I was sand, I was snow – written on, rewritten, smoothed over.
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.