At least when you're drunk, Tom adds, quickly wiping the wet from his face. You've always got the floor for your best friend. Know why?It's always there for you, Navidson answers, his own cheeks sudde...
Words need worlds in order to be worlds. worlds though don't need words in order to be worlds.
There's no second ive lived you can't call your own
And this great blue world of oursseems a house of leavesmoments before the wind
All I have to do is extend my hand but I can't run that far.
Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even inthe comforts of your own home, you’ll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever livedby. You’ll stand...
Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all.'Does that scare you?'Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father.'It's like something's waiting.
Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.
Not all complex problems have easy solutions; so says science (so warns science.)
Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say.Of course those who write short books have even less to say.
Look to the sky, look to yourself and remember: we are only God’s echoes and God is Narcissus.
I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.
Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was So?The boat's gone. So?Your mate's dea...
You have to let the water run awhile and even though it remains icy, part of you still refuses to believe it won´t change, especially if you wait a little longer or open up the valve a little more. So...
You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.
We stopped talking about Zampanô then. She paged her friend Christina who took less than twenty minutes to come over. There were no introductions. We just sat down on the floor and snorted lines of co...
Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.
Please forgive me for thinking faith means certainty.
Oh Shnorhk, how beautifully you speak Armenian, the third thing I miss most about you. The second thing I miss most about you: how beautifully you play.Shnorhk not say anything. What trying to say onl...
No one ever really gets used to nightmares.