God damn God and all His horrible filthy Creation.
Can’t you see that? Everybody’s sentimental, everybody.
Because human beings suffer so much more than ducks.You might not think so if you were a duck.
Bitumen.
The highway looked different to him now, as they drove on. In theory it was the same stretch of tarmac, bounded by the same traffic paraphernalia and flimsy metal fences, but it had been transformed b...
They both sat in silence for the rest of the journey, as if conscious of having let each other down.
Their consciousness was rudimentary.
Being apart was wrong. Simply lying side by side did more for a relationship than words. A warm bed, a nest of animal intimacy. Words could be misunderstood, whereas loving companionship bred trust.
She and they were all the same under the skin, weren’t they?
History indulges strange whims in the way it dresses its women.
[...] how can one sleep while dancing at the edge of waves?
Reinhold Niebuhr,
Needs could not bully her.
Nothing happened, and time stubbornly refused to pass.
Era un hombre de muchos planes, pero de poco fruto.
Well, here we are."Sometimes a statement of the bloody obvious was the only appropriate way forward. As if to give life ceremonious permission to proceed.
Hoy día, su vida se asemeja más bien a un periódico: sin sentido, al día y lleno de sucesos disparatados.
A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen, mutilated, and discarded in the gutter of destiny.
He didn’t want to be like some old-fashioned imperialist missionary, poncing about like Moses in a safari suit, capitalizing on a misconception that he was from the same tribe as Jesus and that God wa...
But miracles are not for the asking; they come only when the stern eyes of God droop shut for a moment, and Our Lady takes advantage of His inattention to grant an illicit mercy. God...is an Anglican,...