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
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...
If I could die now, he thought; peacefully, gently, without a tremor or a crying out. If I could be with her. If I could believe I would be with her. His
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.
Everyone has a secret place in his mind. Otherwise relationships would be impossible.
A man could get used to anything if he had to.
How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough!
Desperate need to believe in a God that shepherded his own creations.
When you sleep, your dream world is as real to you as life, isn’t it?
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...
That wind of terrible and jealous beauty blowing over me—that dark fire, that music …
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.
Se estrecha el círculo. Un nuevo terror nacido de la muerte, una nueva superstición que invade la fortaleza del tiempo. Soy leyenda.
Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad?All he does is drink blood.
People on earth are never alone, he explained. There’s always someone as a guide for each individual.
Of only one thing I am certain. If the manuscript is true, all of us had better examine our lives. Carefully.
Literally, it was inconceivable to us; as though, by divorcing, we would voluntarily permit ourselves to be torn in half.
Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.
Is he worse, then, than the publisher who filled ubiquitous racks with lust and death wishes? Really, now, search your soul, lovie – is the vampire so bad?
In less than an hour I have to hold class for a group of idiot freshmen. And, on a desk in the living room, is a mountain of midterm examinations with essays I must suffer through, feeling my stomach...