Do you ever wonder if this is all there is? What? Richard gestured vaguely, taking in everything. Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is?
Death’s a funny thing. I used to think it was a big, sudden thing, like a huge owl that would swoop down out of the night and carry you off. I don’t anymore. I think it’s a slow thing. Like a thief wh...
Bod shrugged. So? he said. It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead.
Better to have flamed in the darkness, to have inspired others, to have lived, than to have sat in the darkness, cursing the people who borrowed, but did not return, your candle.
Been there, Remiel. Done that. Wore the T-Shirt, ate the burger, bought the original cast album, choreographed the legions of the damned and orchestrated the screaming.
And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.
And there are always people who find their lives have become so unsupportable they believe the best thing they could do would be to hasten their transition to another plane of existence.''They kill th...
And if you cannot be wise, pretend to be someone who is wise, and then just behave like they would.
America has invested her religion as well as her morality in sound income-paying securities. She has adopted the unassailable position of a nation blessed because it deserves to be blessed; and her so...
All we have to believe is our senses: the tools we use to perceive the world, our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted.
All the dinosaurs have gone off into the stars, leaving the world to mammals.
All that I did, she said, everything I tried to do. All for nothing. Nothing is done entirely for nothing, said the fox of dreams. Nothing is wasted. You are older, and you have made decisions, and yo...
All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm goneFlowers gathered in the morning,Afternoon they blossom on,Still are withered in...
Ali između sadašnjice i konačnog kraja prostire se Život. Nit mu je krenuo ususret, širom otvorivši ne samo oči nego i srce.
Adam didn’t read any comics at all. They never lived up to the kind of things he could do in his head.
A typical National World Weekly would tell the world how Jesus' face was seen on a Big Mac bun bought by someone from Des Moines, with an artist's impression of the bun; how Elvis Presley was recently...
A song can last long after the events and people in it are dust and dreams and gone.
A ghost-memory rises, here: a phantom moment, a shaky reflection in the pool of remembrance. I know how it felt when the scavengers took my heart. How it felt as the hunger birds, all mouth, tore into...
He realized how much he wanted to take her pain away
Will be an impulse that will inspire and ruin in equal measure.