Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt
Scopo dei libri è di ricordarci quanto siamo somari, dissennati.
No to write, for many of us, is to die.
I care so much I’m sick.
He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow.
You can't try to do things you simply must do them.
Jump and let's build our wings on the way down
Creativity is a continual surprise.
Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future.
The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from him. So if he burnt things with the firemen and the sun burnt Time,...
The sidewalks were haunted by dustghosts all night as the furnace wind summoned them up,swung them about, and gentled them down in a warm spice onthe lawns. Trees, shaken by the footsteps of late-nigh...
The grass whispered under his body. He put his arm down, feeling the sheath of fuzz on it, and, far away, below, his toes creaking in his shoes. The wind sighed over his shelled ears. The world slippe...
The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are.
The accident had occurred at anintersection surrounded on one side by empty factories and a deserted schoolyard, and on the opposite side, by a graveyard. I had come running from the nearest house, a...
Perfect, faultless, in ruins, yes, but perfect,nevertheless.
Pasamos la vida entera aprendiendo a olvidar cosas que en realidad están dentro
If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that’s long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we’v...
He had seen her painted sign by the road: Skin Illustration! Illustration instead of tattoo! Artistic!
Looking at her in the hospital he had thought, I don't know you, who you are, does it matter if we live or die?
Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else. When you were two years old you were shooting people with toy guns.