That was the sort of thing crazy people did—instinctively choosing the experiences that confirmed their own negative attitudes.
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...
Shared suffering, she’d found, was no guarantee of intimacy.
Our Lady is of the True Faith; the two of Them have an uneasy relationship, unable to agree on anything, except that if They divorce, the Devil will leap gleefully into the breach.
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...
No desea que los hombres la consideren hermosa. Tal cosa sólo conduce a la infelicidad. Tampoco espera la admiración de otras mujeres; de ellas sólo espera una indiferencia cortés y un cotilleo rencor...
I sometimes think that the only things really worth talking about are the things people absolutely refuse to discuss.
God, Agnes has decided, is an Anglican, whereas Our Lady is of the True Faith; the two of Them have an uneasy relationship, unable to agree on anything, except that if They divorce, the Devil will lea...
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,...
Coincidences like that served as a reminder that, variations in pigment aside, humans were all part of the same species.
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...
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...
[...] how can one sleep while dancing at the edge of waves?
Without you at my side, I feel as though my eyes are just a camera, like a closed-circuit camera without film in it, registering what’s out there, second by second, letting it all vanish instantly to...
William Rackham es lo que podríamos llamar un cristiano ateo supersticioso; es decir, cree en un Dios que si bien puede que ya no sea responsable de que salga el sol, de salvar a la reina o de proveer...
Why was even the shallowest human conversation so fraught with pitfalls and tricky calibrations? Why couldn’t people just keep silent until they had something essential to say, like the Oasans?
Unreality was swirling all around her like the delirious miasmas
Un solo día dedicado a cosas que no alimentan el espíritu es un día robado, mutilado y arrojado a la alcantarilla del destino.
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To be brutally honest, all these men were falling apart, hair by hair and tooth by tooth, like over-used pieces of equipment, like tools bought cheap for a job that would outlast them. While