The thing about working with time, instead of against it, he thought, is that it is not wasted. Even pain counts.
The room smelled of books, that subtle smell which to some is stuffy and to others intoxicating, and it was silent.
The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
The presence of females was oppressive to them all. It seemed to them that lately the world was full of girls. Everywhere they looked, waking or asleep, they saw giris. They had all tried copulating w...
The poet Gary Snyder’s finely unpoetic image of composting is useful here. Stuff goes into the writer, a whole lot of stuff, not notes in a notebook but everything seen and heard and felt all day ever...
The opposite of spare time is, I guess, occupied time. In my case I still don’t know what spare time is because all my time is occupied. It always has been and it is now. It’s occupied by living. An i...
The old farfetchers' motto: Opinion ends reception.
The nod of a head is such a small thing, it can mean so little, yet it is the gesture of assent that allows, that makes to be. The nod is the gesture of power, the yes. The numen, the presence of the...
The moment was gone; he saw it going. He did not try to hold on to it. He knew he was part of it, not it of him. He was in its keeping.
The mezklete bustled up to them, pushing its little cart with its furry paws. Mezkletes love parties, love to give food, love to serve drinks and watch their humans get weird. It stayed about hopefull...
The machine conceals the machinations.
The law of evolution is that the strongest survives! Yes, and the strongest, in the existence of any social species, are those who are most social. In human terms, most ethical. You see, we have neith...
The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak a mile above the storm-racked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for wizards.
The insistent permissiveness of the late twentieth century had produced fully as much sex-guilt and sex-fear in its heirs as had the insistent repressiveness of the late nineteenth century.
The insistent permissiveness of the late twentieth century had produced fully as much sex-guilt and sex-fear in its heirs as had the insistent repressiveness of the late nineteenth century. Orr
The imagination is an essential tool of the mind, a fundamental way of thinking, an indispensable means of becoming and remaining human. We
The idea is like grass. It craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreeding, grows better for being stepped on. Even
The first thing I can remember clearly is writing the way into the secret room.
The fact is, the only time a man is really and entirely a man is when he's just had a woman or just killed another man. That wasn't original, he'd read it in some old books; but it was true. That was...
The experience was disagreeable. I began to feel like an atheist praying.