Coincidences like that served as a reminder that, variations in pigment aside, humans were all part of the same species.
Because I must do something while I still can. Each soul is still incalculably precious.
As Christians, we should spread the love of Christ. If we do our job right, we’ll create people who don’t want to do wrong.
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...
The indiscriminate, eternal devotion of nature to its numberless particles had an emotional importance for Isserley; it put the
The holy book he’d spent so much of his life preaching from had one cruel flaw: it was not very good at offering encouragement or hope to those who weren’t religious.
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...
No such thing as childhood memories, he says. We're just playing games with our neurons every day, tossing them around the hippocampus, constructing little fairy tales featuring characters named after...
Most true things are kind of corny, don’t you think? But we make them more sophisticated out of sheer embarrassment. Simple truths with complicated clothes on. The only purpose of the linguistic dress...
La curiosidad es el nombre despectivo que los hombres dan a la sed de conocimiento que tienen las mujeres.
In the eyes of God, all men and women are naked. Clothes are nothing more than a fig leaf. And the bodies beneath are just another layer of clothing, an outfit of flesh with an impractically thin leat...
In the end, though, vodsels couldn't do any of the things that really defined a human being. They couldn't siuwil, the couldn't mesnishtil,they had no concept of slan.
I sometimes think that the only things really worth talking about are the things people absolutely refuse to discuss.
Few know what year it is, or even that eighteen and a half centuries are supposed to have passed since a Jewish troublemaker was hauled away to the gallows for disturbing the peace
Drying herself with the hem of her shift, she notes that her two candles are dimming; one of them is already a guttering stub. Will she light new ones? Well, that depends on what time of night it is,...
All sens of purpose, of responsibility, indeed of any imaginable future, were removed from her by the deaths of her husband and child. It was they who used to make her life a story, they who seemed to...
All along the street, keys rattle in key-holes as each shop's ornate metal clothing is stripped away...It's as if, having unlocked the chastity of shutters and doors, they can't see the point in maint...
А сейчас ты проживаешь новую жизнь, где твое тело больше никогда тебя не подведет, тебе не нужен инсулин или никотин, и никто тебя больше не обманет, и каждая тайна, тревожившая твой разум, уже открыл...
If she were its leader. Not that she ever would be: she was born to be a dissenter within a larger certainty, she knows that.
Behaving as if his actions didn’t need defending. Typical rich kid, typical pampered little tycoon. None of their actions ever needed defending, did they?