For us, everything was a performance.” A small, private smile catches me off guard and I glance down, hoping he won’t see it. “Everything poetic.
It is still cheating, even if nobody comes.
If we were not impressed by job titles, suits, and jargon, we would demand that financial advisors show us their personal bank statements before they tell us what we could or should do with our own mo...
Echo of the waves appears in the sky, their lights reflected in your eyes. I'm back in our world and happy again. The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace... The power in your touch, serenity of...
Looking but not seeing is the hearing but not understanding of the eye.
We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.
A deaf and dumb in the mist of morons is a renowed talkative among brains.
Gankis lifted an arm to point at the distant shale cliffs. And in the face of it there were thousands of little holes, little what-you-call-'ems...Alcoves, Kennit supplied in an almost dreamy voice. I...
Language and hearing are seated in the cerebral cortex, the folded gray matter that covers the first couple of millimeters of the outer brain like wrapping paper. When one experiences silence, absent...
I wrote when I did not know life;now that I know life, I have no more to say.
Writers are not just writers, they are creators of worlds, sculptors of the mind, they are architects of language.
