They were not victors, he and his kind, not in any way, they were the defeated still, for they had become like their betters.
They tended to be stolid, slovenly, heavy, and to my eyes effeminate - not in the sense of delicacy, etc., but in just the opposite sense: a gross, bland fleshiness, a bovinity without point or edge.
They preserved autonomy of conscience even at the cost of becoming eccentric.
They argued because they liked argument, liked the swift run of the unfettered mind along the paths of possibility, liked to question what was not questioned. They were intelligent, their minds were a...
There’s a point, around age twenty, Bedap said, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.
There were people who swore as an art form—performing a dazzling juncture of the inordinate and the unexpected.
There is solid evidence for the fact that when women speak more than 30 percent of the time, men perceive them as dominating the conversation; well, similarly, if, say, two women in a row get one of t...
There is no break in the wholeness of time.
There is neither source nor end, for all things are in the Center of Time. As all the stars may be reflected in a round raindrop falling in the night: so too do all the stars reflect the raindrop. The...
The way that can be gone is not the eternal Way.. . . His
The unexpected is what makes life possible, he said.
The unconscious mind is coextensive with the universe.
The thing about working with time, instead of against it, he thought, is that it is not wasted. Even pain counts.
The sunlights differ, but there is only one darkness.
The story is the way the story is told.
The sexual cycle averages 26 to 28 days (they tend to speak of it as 26 days, approximating it to the lunar cycle). For 21 or 22 days the individual is somer, sexually inactive, latent. On about the 1...
The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
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 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...