These days, the bigger the company, the less you can figure out what it does. Time was when a car company made cars, a mining company dug mines. It’s not like that anymore.
Strange how a specimen like him, well cared for, healthy, free to roam the world, and blessed with a perfection of form which would surely have allowed him to breed with a greater selection of females...
Some people go through 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 long li...
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...
Let’s not go there.’ ‘That’s what people always say about places where they already are.
It was a husk, no longer truly their mother - more like their mother's most treasured possession, which had been given to them as a parting gift.
Isserley walked along the path the generations of sheep-flocks had made, up the tiers of the hill. In her mind, she was already
Isn't Heaven reward enough, without needing to see the damned punished?
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.
Hoy es el día, el día tormentoso y memorable en que meterá en vereda a su futuro incontrolado.
God preserve us from fuddle-headed young men who want money for building cloud-castles!
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
Because I must do something while I still can. Each soul is still incalculably precious.
Amy, his mother, is not the mending type. Her speciality is thrashing grown-up men until they whimper for mercy.
A truly modern man, William Rackham is what might be called a superstitious atheist Christian; that is, he believes in a God who, while He may no longer be responsible for the sun rising, the saving o...
To her, all familiar responses smell of entrapment. Sharing an old joke, singing an old song - these are admissions of defeat, of being satisfied with one's lot. In the sky, the Fates are watching, an...
Was a female. Isserley wasn’t interested in females, at least not in that way. Let them get picked up by someone else. If the hitcher was male, she usually went back for another look, unless he was an...
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.
Façades of the unknown city loomed up before him, harboring unimaginable wonders—his whole life had been leading up to this.
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?