Great art projects a sense of inexhaustibility. In literature, particularly in poetry, this may be accomplished through ambiguity: Beneath each and every meaning that I can descry lie others, so that...
In the preface of The Rifles Another rule we followed was never kill an animal that we were not going to use for food or clothing. Barnabas PiryuaqWell, in those high latitudes we found such quantitie...
As long as Death keeps himself out of sight in our hot dark future, we need not face facts.
The hospital bulked darkly in the darkness.
Better by far that famous poster of the Red Army woman with one hand on her hip, another on her bemedaled breast, standing sentry-straight before a bullet-pocked German wall, her red-starred cap at an...
Had he won the battle of Stalingrad, he would have been sitting there, too; for any war against our Soviet Union must be a lost war. (That
It’s now widely agreed in progressive social circles that all humankind constitutes a single superorganism.
That was how I learned that no is stronger than yes. (Shostakovich already knew that.) It takes two yesses for I to become we, but only one no for we to break apart, no matter what the other party wis...
Looking at her, thinking of her transported him, which struck him as vile because now it was hard for him not to despise the icy serenity of their earlier relations. And he knew that he should not lov...
And the water and the grass and the white ripples on grey water, and white clouds among grey clouds and the wrinkled young silver skin of the water and life-bright lichens on black branches and on the...
The landscape around us is but a shadow of the landscape within us.
Mitya was almost ready to confess which chord it was which actually caused him to see rainbow icicles. Soon
Whatever fate sends us quickly becomes us, and we grow blind to what we might otherwise have been. And
A squat black telephone, I mean an octopus, the god of our Signal Corps, owns a recess in Berlin (more probably Moscow, which one German general has named .
Maybe life is a process of trading hopes for memories.
What do you get when you cross a nymphomaniac with a kleptomaniac? A rapist, said Tyler.
For propaganda, of course. It’s all in your own book. How can we persuade others to be good, without evil we can point to?
Bug, meanwhile, had learned at Marshtown that might made right, and he got older and paler, his head downcast like a nodding flower that expects itself to be cut at any moment.
Perhaps Bug and Tony should have been allies. But any successful structure of domination always gets the weak to reject each other.
I know it’s ridiculous, but I sometimes feel that my love for her is the only thing that’s genuine about me.
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