Even though they fought, their fighting never turned them against each other. It always ended with them embracing and kissing, smiling, laughing.
He’d thought the past was dead. How long did it take for a past to die? She
The man is mollified. The systematic juices leave off bubbling, the fires sink, the coals are scattered.But the anger is still there, apart. Energy is never lost; a primal law.-Mad House
It’s a time when men and women come to know what they truly are. A time of purging. I’d been looking at the ceiling as he spoke. At his final words, I turned to face him in surprise. Is that what the...
I wish I were a boy again-unquestioning, with no need to analyze the moment.
I will try to be consistent, no longer oscillating like some planet that has lost its way. For, at long last, I have found my sun.
Cornered again, Mr. Cook reluctantly made a third duplicate; then a fourth, a fifth. The city, albeit large, soon became thick with William O. Cooks. He would come upon himself at corners, discover hi...
But now, in the final hours, even hope had vanished. Yet he could smile. At a point without hope he had found contentment. He knew he had tried and there was nothing to be sorry for. And this was comp...
When you sleep, your dream world is as real to you as life, isn’t it?
Was there a logical answer, something he could accept without slipping on banana skins of mysticism?
The foraging for food and water, the struggle for life in a world without masters, housed in a body that man had made dependent on himself.
Stewardess! She came running down the aisle, her face tightened with alarm. When she saw the look on his face, she stiffened in her tracks. There’s a man out there! A man! cried Wilson. What? Skin con...
Let this hell be our heaven.
Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.
How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough!
То, во что ты веришь, становится твоим миром.
The silence of the library was complete save for the thudding of his shoes as he walked along the second-floor hallway. Outside, there were birds sometimes and, even lacking that, there seemed to be a...
Tell ya the man’s got a private line t’Moscow, he said. A few men like that in office and we’re in for it, take my word.
Send her loving thoughts, he told me. That’s all? That’s quite a lot, Chris, he said. Thoughts are very real.
Now when I die, I shall only be dead.