A child’s disquiet is as potent as a damp fart.
Ach,’ she says. ‘There ain’t nuffink in this world but men and women, is there? So you got to care about ’em, ain’t you, else what you got to care about?
В глазах Господа все мужчины и женщины нагие. Одежда — фиговый листок, не более. А тела под одеждой — лишь еще одна прослойка, одеяние из плоти под непрактичной оболочкой тонкой кожи разнообразных отт...
This is a street where the weaker souls crawl into bed as soon as the sun sets and lie awake listening to the rats.
Uh-huh.’ ‘And even inside this car, assuming you could have a car, or some sort of vehicle, in this natural world, pulled by horses I suppose . . . It would be pitch black. And very cold, too, on a wi...
William pouts irritably. Socialism is not the same thing as letting one’s servants muddle towards anarchy. But never mind, never mind: on a day like today, it’s not worth worrying over. Soon the serva...
Sugar leans her chin against the knuckles of the hand that holds the pen. Glistening on the page between her silk-shrouded elbows lies an unfinished sentence. The heroine of her novel has just slashed...
He only wished he’d had the chance to explain more fully how prayer worked. That it wasn’t a matter of asking for things and being accepted or rejected, it was a matter of adding one’s energy—insignif...
He cupped his testicles in his hands, and, with his wrists, pressed his penis hard against his belly until the semen came.
Anyway, Peter continued. I got the most welcome. These people are desperate to learn about God!Well, ain’t that a lick on the dick, said BG.
God damn God and all His horrible filthy Creation.
She holds her head as high as if she were beautiful, and holds her body as if she were strong.
Forgive me, Lord, for the smallness and selfishness of my mind. Amen.
Some people go through the heavy stuff. They fight in wars. They're in jail. They start a business and it gets shut down by gangsters. They end up hustling their ass in a foreign country. It's one lon...
Someone at work said to me this morning, Where is God in all this? I didn’t rise to the bait. I can never understand why people ask that question. The real question for the bystanders of tragedy is Wh...
There was a red button on the wall labeled EMERGENCY, but no button labeled BEWILDERMENT.
The word troubled her, though. ‘Indispensable.’ It was a word people tended to resort to when dispensability was in the air.
Their consciousness was rudimentary.
The variety of shapes, colours and textures under her feet was, she believed, literally infinite. It must be. Each shell, each pebble, each stone had been made what it was by aeons of submarine or sub...
Can’t you see that? Everybody’s sentimental, everybody.
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