Don’t interfere with false gods, you’ll get the gold paint all over your hands.
Could it be he was feeling a certain nostalgia for the war, despite its stench and meaningless carnage? For that questionless life of instinct?
Charis disapproves of crass words like shit. Roz has offered , but Charis rejected it as too babyish. Her alimentary canal products? Tony has suggested. No, that sounds too coldly intellectual, said C...
But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.
But if it’s a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. You don’t tell a story only to yourself. There’s always someone else.Even when there is no one.A story is like a letter. Dear You...
But if it's a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. You don't tell a story only to yourself. There's always someone else. Even when there is no one.
But I’m ravenous for news, any kind of news; even if it’s false news, it must mean something. We
As with all knowledge, once you knew it, you couldn't imagine how it was that you hadn't known it before. Like stage magic, knowledge before you knew it took place before your very eyes, but you were...
Arboreal, a fine word. Our arboreal ancestors, Crake used to say. Used to shit on their enemies from above while perched in trees. All planes and rockets and bombs are simply elaborations on that prim...
Apart from all this, I do of course have a real life. I sometimes have trouble believing in it, because it doesn't seem like the kind of life I could ever get away with, or deserve. This goes along wi...
And there is so much time to be endured, time heavy as fried food or thick fog; and then all at once these red events, like explosions, on streets otherwise decorous and matronly and somnambulent.I'm...
And then everything went on very quietly for a fortnight, says Dr. Jordan. He is reading aloud from my confession.Yes Sir, it did, I say. More or less quietly.What is everything? How did it go on?I be...
And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense...
A sad pretty girl inspires the urge to console, unlike a sad old crone.
A road is a process, not a location.
A movie about the past is not the same as the past.
There goes this day, down to where all the other days have gone, each one carrying something away with it.
The difference between stupid and ignorant was that ignorant could learn.
That's what Hiltler exemplified: not the triumph of evil but the failure of reason.
But love was undependable, it came and then it went; so it was good to have a money value, because then at least those who wanted to make a profit from you made sure you were fed enough and not damage...