Ah? A small aversion to menial labor? The doctor cocked an eyebrow. Understandable, but misplaced. One should treasure those hum-drum tasks that keep the body occupied but leave the mind and heart unf...
Dear DiaryWent out shopping today. Picked up half a dozen sheep, two pigs, and a princess. The sheep are rather depressingly thin, the pigs and princess only slightly less so. Dear DiaryWent out shopp...
You are only a prisoner when you surrender.
Now, ten or more years later, far away from her home or even any thought of having a home, she again touched the feeling from that long ago day, being alone but not lonely, of being solitary yet suffi...
He had once thought it was strange to have a friend you'd never met. Now it was even stranger, losing a friend you'd never really had
Confident. Cocky. Lazy. Dead.
A wolf is clever-clever-clever, and they are as faithful as a debt unpaid.
Coca-Cola and fries, the wafer and wine of the Western religion of commerce.
Humans turn the places they live into great crowded piles of mud and stone, like the nests termites build--but what happens when in all the world there are only termite hills left but no bush?
Every man is the hero of his own song.
Our lives aren't even about doing real things most of the time. We think and talk about people we've never met, pretend to visit places we've never actually been, to discuss things that are just names...
Was Briony the only person who could hear the venom dripping from the woman’s tongue? What good was beauty — a mature beauty, but beauty nonetheless — if it cloaked such a viperous soul?
Lead the way. Just remember that I'm not a very good climber.Not very good? Beetledown laughed. Like a dog with one leg, to put truth to it.
His virtual home showed none of the ostentation of others in the Brotherhood, no Gothic-fortress-perched-on-impossible-cliffs or Caligulean excesses of decor (usually accompanied by an equally Caligul...
And that is why we do it, he decided. Because we hope it will bring us peace. But it never, never does.... Sludig
You dream too much, child. Our kind, we make our way with strong backs and closed mouths.
Tangaloor, fire-brightFlame-foot, farthest walkerYour hunter speaksIn need he walksIn need, but never in fear.
So that's what--one yes, one not sure, and one I had had a dream about a bug.
Johnny Battistini had gone to Japan once as a replacement drummer for a metal band past its prime ... a one-shot gig that he had talked about for years afterward. At the time, Theo had been frustrated...
I've always preferred the city at night. I believe that San Judas, or any city, belongs to the people who sleep there. Or maybe they don't sleep - some don't - but they there. Everybody else is just...