Too friendly, too eager to be on message, man is obsolete, dooming ourselves to extinction, restore the balance of nature and babble babble, he overdid it so much that he sounded preposterous, and in...
This is the rock garden.In it, the stonestoo are flowers
They wouldn’t know mad when they saw it in any case, because a good portion of the women in the Asylum were no madder than the Queen of England. Many were sane enough when sober, as their madness came...
They should all be cheered by it, for isn't it what they want? What we all want: to leave a message behind us that has an effect, if only a dire one: a message that cannot be cancelled out.
There is so much beautiful in the world if you look around. You are looking only at the dirt under your feet, Jimmy. It’s not good for you.
There is indeed something delightful about being able to combine obedience and disobedience in the same act.
There is a little verse I remember from a child: Needles and pins, needles and pins,When a man marries his trouble begins. It doesn’t say when a woman’s trouble begins.
There had been something willed about it though, his ignorance. Or not willed, exactly: structured. He'd grown up in walled spaces, and then he had become one. He had shut things out.
There are things I need to ask her. Not what happened, back then in the time I lost, because now I know that. I need to ask her why. If she remembers. Perhaps she’s forgotten the bad things, what she...
Then the Alumni Association man cleared his throat and gave out with a pious spiel about Winifred Griffen Prior, saint on earth. How everyone fibs when it’s a question of money! I suppose the old bitc...
The young ones are often the most dangerous, the most fanatical, the jumpiest with their guns. They haven't yet learned about existence through time.
The truth is seldom welcome, especially at dinner.
The tide of human desire, the desire for more and better, would overwhelm them. It would take control and drive events, as it had in every large change throughout history.
The small details of life often hide a great significance.
Placidity and order and everything in its place, with a decorous and sanctioned violence going on underneath everything, like a heavy, brutal shoe tapping out the rhythm on a carpeted floor.
People need such stories, because however dark, a darkness with voices in it is better than a silent void.
None of them was willing to be a girl, he said. You can see why not.I know, right? I don't blame them, she said with a hard edge to her voice. Being a girl is the pits, trust me.
More recently, some of us have been able to infiltrate the new ethereal-wave system that now encircles the globe, and to travel around that way, looking out at the world through the flat, illuminated...
Maybe that's what love is, I thought: it's being pissed off.
Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.Sympathy from strangers can be ruinous.