And I needed a rock. Something to hold onto, to stand on. Something solid. Because everything was going soft, turning into mush, into marsh, into fog. Fog closing in on all sides. I didn't know where...
An artist makes the world her world. An artist makes her world the world. For a little while. For as long as it takes to look at or listen or to watch or read the work of art. Like a crystal, the work...
An Odonian’s goal is positive, not negative. Suffering is dysfunctional, except as a bodily warning against danger. Psychologically and socially it’s merely destructive.
All you have to do to see life whole is to see it as mortal. I'll die, you'll die; how could we love each other otherwise?
All they're trying to do is tell you what they're like, and what you're like—what's going on—what the weather is now, today, this moment, the rain, the sunlight, look! Open your eyes; listen, listen....
All her life she had looked into dark; but this was a vaster darkness, this night on the ocean. There was no end to it. There was no roof. It went out beyond the stars.
Ahora sabía, y era cruel saberlo, que su tarea nunca había consistido en tratar de deshacer lo que había hecho sino en terminar lo que había empezado.
A única coisa que torna a vida possível é a incerteza permanente e intolerável: não saber o que vem depois.
A warm body sighed in the darkness inside the little bright object balanced elegantly in the orbit of the moon.
A people that doesn't live at the center of the world, as defined and described by its poets and storytellers, is in a bad way. The center of the world is where you live fully, where you know how thin...
La diferencia no está en copular; está en la otra persona. Y dieciocho años es como si empezaras cuando descubres [i]esa[/i]diferencia. Al menos, si es una mujer lo que estás tratando de entender. A u...
Orgota cooking was insipid; no harm in that. But why did the people I met, whether well or ill disposed towards me, also seem insipid? There were vivid personalities among them––Obsle, Slose, the hand...
Dangerous! Vea laughed radiantly. What an utterly marvellous compliment! Why am I dangerous, Shevek?Why, because you know that in the eyes of men you are a thing, a thing owned, bought, sold. And so y...
El mundo siempre es nuevo dijo Coro Mena por muy viejas que sean sus raíces. Selver, ¿qué pasa entonces con esas criaturas? Parecen hombres y hablan como hombres. ¿No son hombres?No lo sé. ¿Acaso el h...
Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: the refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can lick them, join them. If it...
Έχε γεια, φτωχέ μου, εύπιστε ανόητε! Θα πεις την αλήθεια και η αλήθεια θα σε ελευθερώσει. Αλλά μπορεί και όχι, εξαρτάται από την περίπτωση. Πήγαινε μόνος, αγαπητέ μου ηλίθιε- είναι ο καλύτερος τρόπος...
«Es algo terrible, esta bondad que los seres humanos nunca pierden. Terrible, porque cuando nos encontrábamos desnudos en la oscuridad, y helados, no teníamos otra cosa. Nosotros que somos tan capaces...
White-skinned,
Sitting at the table for six or eight hours straight. When he got up he would lurch with fatigue, his hands shook, and he was scarcely coherent. The usage the creator spirit gives its vessels is rough...
She had never known who she was at all, except sometimes for a moment in meditation, when her I am became It is, and she breathed the stars