If you are going to without trust. men tasks to do, then once they have proved themselves, you should let them get on without you standing over them. There is no point in giving responsibility wifh
If someone had told her that she would be transported to what was for all purposes a magical land, where history could be rewritten at a whim, or people could suddenly be shrunk to the size of poppy s...
During its timeless hours of movement and inspection, as it floated on the number-winds and learned from their shape and force, it had become aware of something else, something so far from the concept...
As he slipped away he heard his own cradled heartbeat, muffled though it was in the tickling wool of exhaustion.
Forgive those assembled for any damnable, prideful foolishness that might be spoken here. We are Your children.
When you stopped to think about it, he reflected, there weren't many things in life one truly needed. To want too much was worse than greed: it was stupidity - a waste of precious time and effort.
The world is a ball of dung and we are the worms that live in it and eat each other.’ He turned his back on her, pausing only to add: ‘The one who eats all the others wins – but he is still the last l...
Piglets and pawprints! cried Eatbugs, then paused and looked quickly around. He leaned toward his companions. Let's be off! he added, his voice a conspiratorial whisper.
Perhaps a heart was indeed like a piece of dry birchwood, and could only take fire and burn brightly once—that any fire that came after would be only an ember, smaller and cooler.
Make Philosophy your evening guest, but do not let her stay the night.
Just get up. What's your name, kid? G-manI don't mean your codename down at the Dickhead Club. What does it say on your driver's license?
I hope not, but hope makes a flimsy armor,
I asked that goddess for help, and all we got were these stupid monkeys.
He has about him still a kind of terrible beauty, as dangerously beguiling as the grandeur of a storm rushing across the sea.
An idle mind is the Devil's seedbed.
Strange days are upon us. Tradition served us, but now it shackles us.
Yes, look, said Martine. The Other has played his knight.
There’s sense, he told himself. You build something and then you stay there. That’s the way it’s meant to be. Not this running here, running there, never see your blood-family or your home roofs for a...
So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.
Never trust people that like to call things by initials, that's my philosophy.