My books were all on their shelves. Nobody steals books but your friends.
It was my turn to be silent while a small family of moments crossed my path, single file, from the left, sticking their tongues out at me.
It is the difference between the unknown and the unknowable, between science and fantasy - it is a matter of essence. The four points of the compass be logic, knowledge, wisdom and the unknown. Some d...
You leap too quickly to his defense. It reveals his true attitude, of which he has doubtless made you aware.
Wishes, wishes.Wish in one hand and do something else in the other, and squeeze them both and see which comes true
Which one the right way?Huh? You're asking me ? How should I know?Mortals call you Buddha.That is only because they are afflicted with language and ignorance.
When you are going to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.
Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu regarded regarded regarded Brahma Brahma Brahma...They sat in the Hall of Mirrors.
Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver.Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.
Reality is approximately as dependable as a politician’s promise... the result is the same: Reality, of the capital R variety, has become as relative a thing as the dryness of our respective Martinis....
If the liberal arts do nothing else, they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.
I have a better idea,' said she. 'Know that under a mortal name am I mistress of the Palace of Kama in Khaipur.''The Fornicatorium, madam?'She frowned. 'As such is it often known to the vulgar, and do...
But it is written that it is better to burn one city than to curse the darkness.
But I recall the springtime of the world as though it were yesterday—those days when we rode together to battle, and those nights when we shook the stars loose from the fresh-painted skies!
And then the night wind, cool through arches of the years, came hounding after me.
And the secret is, I lowered my voice, as at a poetry reading, he was right! It is vanity, it is pride! It is the hubris of rationalism to always attack the prophet, the mystic, the god. It is our bla...
All roads lead to Amber, he said, as though it were an axiom.
Ali gotovo uvijek idemo najkraćim putem, ravno, pa zaboravljamo da čovjek može napredovati čak i kad ide u krug.
Occasionally, there arises a writing situation where you see an alternative to what you are doing, a mad, wild gamble of a way for handling something, which may leave you looking stupid, ridiculous or...
Yes, he said. But I wonder . . . I’ve a peculiar feeling that I may never see you again. It is as if I were one of those minor characters in a melodrama who gets shuffled offstage without ever learnin...