Men do not manage well with too much peace. Someone will find a quarrel.
Listen. We have always had Sacrifices and they have always done their duty without question. But in the days and years ahead, we need something different. We need Builders
I know, I know, numbers are not what you’re interested in, except those of you who are engineers.
I guess you don’t want to leave copies of Genocide Illustrated out for the UPS guy to see.)
Fight and live, fight and die, God waits for all.
Experience came easily enough, learning how not to suffer would have proved much more practical.
Even the most unpleasant inhabitants of the Edwin Meese Gardens housing project had never tried to shove a basilisk into Ramsey’s codpiece.
Do you listen to the wolves, Seoman? Jiriki asked. It’s hard n-not to. They sing such fierce songs. The Sitha shook his head. They are like your mortal kind. They sing of where they have been, and wha...
Cuando te cae en la cabeza, entonces te das cuenta de que es una piedra.Binabik
Code Delphi. Hmmm. My choice of a code phrase to mark out these entries begins to seem . . . rather Delphic. In any case
COME AWAY, dreamer, come away. Soon you will witness things that only sleepers and sorcerers can see. Climb onto the wind and let it bear you—yes, it is a swift and frightening steed, but there are le...
But that is enough of such worrying. The river is waiting, and our hearts must be light, so we can faster travel.
But our own selves are like pearls, created by layer after layer of present laid over past until the original thing is completely hidden.
Briony’s ladies-in-waiting kept their distance, as though their mistress had some illness which might spread—and indeed she did, Briony thought, because unhappiness was ambitious.
Bhojujik mo qunquc,’ as my people say. Binabik made an expansive gesture around the clearing. ‘—If the bears do not eat you, it is home.
Besides, there was always hope, wasn’t there?
And you, a king’s daughter, who willingly gave herself to me—who brought me to her bed? Are you so high and pure? She
And here comes The Aeneid, right on schedule, Martine said. Paul looked at her, but if it was a joke, she wasn’t smiling.
All people know the Greater Hunger...It is the hunger for warmth, for family, for connection to the stars and the earth and other living things...For love? Renie asked.Yes, I suppose that could be tru...
A piece of writing is a trap, he said cheerily, and the best kind. A book, you see, is the only kind of trap that keeps its captive—which is knowledge—alive forever.