He hungered for peace and there was no peace. Terror was his only food.
Even though they fought, their fighting never turned them against each other. It always ended with them embracing and kissing, smiling, laughing.
Слеп лишь тот, кто не желает видеть.
He’d thought the past was dead. How long did it take for a past to die? She
People are not punished for their deeds but by them
Not only did I rediscover every experience of my life, I had to live each unfulfilled desire as well—as though they’d been fulfilled. I saw that what transpires in the mind is just as real as any fles...
No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.
I wish I were a boy again-unquestioning, with no need to analyze the moment.
I couldn’t tell you, Robert, what the higher ramifications are of being soul mates. I can tell you this however. As long as you are separated from your own, that long are you troubled. No matter what...
Howlong did it take for a past to die?
Everything seemed to flood over him then. It was as though he’d been the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dike, refusing to let the sea of reason in.
Everything is mental,
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...
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.
Send her loving thoughts, he told me. That’s all? That’s quite a lot, Chris, he said. Thoughts are very real.
Perhaps jungle life, despite physical danger, was a relaxing one. Surely it was free of the petty grievances, the disparate values of society. It was simple, devoid of artifice and ulcer-burning press...
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 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.
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...