A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time, she said. I was born out of New York. The things that are most wrong here summoned me. (Drink Entire: Against The Madness Of Crowds)
A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man's mind. Who knows who might be the target of a well-read man?
A red neon sign flickered dimly, buzzed like a dying insect, as they passed.
Good to evil seems evil
But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn’t want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong kind of...
He had seen her painted sign by the road: Skin Illustration! Illustration instead of tattoo! Artistic!
Death loves death, not life. Dying people love to know that others die with them; it is a comfort to learn you are not alone in the kiln, in the grave.
Stand at the top of a cliff and jump off and build your wings on the way down.
I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the East River on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn about on my own parentage. I inoculate against those very biles that brought me...
It was a quiet morning, the town covered over with darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. Yo...
I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you've died a couple of thousand times in your life, an...
Трябва ми чадър, за да се пазя от дъжда. Ужасно ме е страх, че ще се удавя, ако той отново вземе да ме облива с поток от думи.
I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's...
I don't believe in colleges and universities. I believe in libraries because most students don't have any money. When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money. I...
„Аз не говоря за самите неща, сър — бе казал Фейбър. — Говоря за смисъла на нещата. Седя тук и зная, че живея.
I talk. Jim runs. I tilt stones, Jim grabs the cold junk under the stones and -lickety-split! I climb hills. Jim yells off church steeples. I got a bank account. Jim’s got the hair on his head, the ye...
He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found...
The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
The father hesitated only a moment. He felt the vague pain in his chest. If I run, he thought, what will happen? Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before Death is what counts. And we've...
Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity.
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