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
As he slipped away he heard his own cradled heartbeat, muffled though it was in the tickling wool of exhaustion.
The road to Heaven is paved with bullshit and busy work.
We survive. But when survival is the only goal, what do the survivors become? This
No existe lo que se llama falta de temor, Simón, a menos que un hombre esté loco.Doctor Morgenes
It was strange how the future seemed tied inseparably to the past, so that both revolved through the present, like a great wheel...
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...
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.
Fight and live, fight and die, God waits for all.
Do not make it my complaint, Simon. Her voice was firm but her look contained love and a little amusement as well as irritation.
Strange days are upon us. Tradition served us, but now it shackles us.
You see, that is the secret of history, little Briony—who tells the last story.
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.
They were all becoming brothers, in the manner he had seen before: facing death together was the greatest of levelers.
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...
Never trust people that like to call things by initials, that's my philosophy.
Make Philosophy your evening guest, but do not let her stay the night.
When it falls on your head, then you are knowing it is a rock.
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.