Catholics get on well with tyranny. It's in the culture.
No such thing as time travel, he'd rumbled patiently, once. Only live with what you've done, and try in the future to do what you're happy to live with.
Everyone's afraid of what they don't understand, Ringil said quietly.
I feel like a
Culture is like a smog. To livewithin it, you must breathe some of it in and, inevitably, becontaminated.
He’s a pretty serious believer.’ ‘Yeah? Funny how it doesn’t get in the way of his commercial life.’ ‘Yeah, well. Organised religion, you know.
He storms down in savage joy, to meet all the waiting blades and hate.
A preoccupation with the next world clearly shows an inability to cope credibly with this one.
To recommend change, as this report does, is not to suggest that the problems we address will disappear or no longer require attention. At most they will disappear from view, and this may very well be...
These days, one of them told me one freezing slow-as-Sunday night, we’re all just feeding off the stored fat of a dream gone bad.
The way I see it, anyone who's proud of their country is either a thug or just hasn't read enough history yet.
Shopping is physical interaction, exercise of decision-making capacity, sating of the desire to acquire, and an impulse to more acquisition, a scouting urge. It’s so basically fucking human when you t...
She blinked and kissed me abruptly, somewhere between mouth and cheek. It was an inaccuracy I didn't try to correct either way. I turned away before I could see if there were going to be any tears and...
It has been a messy week, and I blame myself as much as anyone else. I feel like a behaviourist who has designed her rat’s maze poorly.
I nodded. Good luck. What? I thought one of us should say it. Didn’t look like it was going to be you.
When a forty-minute swim in the Hendrix's underground pool failed to dispel either the longing for Miriam Bancroft's torrid company or the Merge Nine hangover, I did the only thing I felt equipped for...
These are pious, clean-living men, worshipping at the temple of their own bodies.Hmm. Sounds distinctly erotic.
Given enough traces of continuity, you could make a leap that enabled you to see the whole as a kind of premonition of real knowledge.
Face the facts. Then act on them. It’s the only mantra I know, the only doctrine I have to offer you, and it’s harder than you’d think, because I swear humans seem hardwired to do anything but. Face t...
Voltar dos mortos pode ser dureza.