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...
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...
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.
It’s now widely agreed in progressive social circles that all humankind constitutes a single superorganism.
Whatever fate sends us quickly becomes us, and we grow blind to what we might otherwise have been. And
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
Maybe life is a process of trading hopes for memories.
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...
Lecktrickery? grinned the fool boys, rubbing their rabbits’ feet against the spell of these longest syllables in all Tarnation.
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...
This is my final book. Any subsequent productions bearing my name will have been composed by a ghost.
The landscape around us is but a shadow of the landscape within us.
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 .
Mitya was almost ready to confess which chord it was which actually caused him to see rainbow icicles. Soon
We should have known that the only reason that Shostakovich’s nightmare restored us to ourselves was so we’d be compelled to drink the cup of anguish. It
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...
More aid, better directed! Couldn't we all use that? And what if the universe enacts less aid, more poorly directed?
This book was written by a traitor to his class. It is dedicated to bigots everywhere. Ladies and gentlemen of the black shirts, I call upon you to unite, to strike with claws and kitchen pokers, to b...
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