So many revolutionaries are intellectuals, a class of people whose aspirations tend to run ahead of their capabilities.
Mr. Norris knew this hoard to be worth much less than the tall man believed, but as long he believed it, he'd stay honest. Thus ran Mr. Norris's theory, which was not only philosophical but also empir...
L. Moholy-Nagy once wrote: Penetration of the body with light is one of the greatest visual experiences. And so I came back into my Germany, the real Germany, where the sunlight was as white as Heydri...
Even Tyler would be infected by this surprising outbreak of sadness, which he certainly would not have felt had he simply never happened to see Lily again. This taught him the vanity and egotism of gr...
E. Kruglikova, who in real life might never have met him (I have no confirmed information on this), smiled lustrously; she was wearing a formal black dress and a necklace of frozen tears. Their friend...
But on Thursday only the committed regulars are there, and they do what they do on Thursday, delving into pagan rituals of worship to the amber gods that let you see to the lurching anger that spins y...
A less negative carbon ideologue then I might interpret the lonely wariness of Mr. Winkler and of Sharon Carlisle as proof of wrongheaded irrelevance. Socrates was equally irrelevant once the Athenian...
But the little operative codenamed GREINER, whom I was frankly beginning to consider defeatist, insisted that the Soviets had antidotes to everything, even unfortunate facts. I
We always see ourselves as constant, and others as less so, no matter what policy shifts we ourselves may have been guilty of.
There was no one as good as he at using the ovens of logic to bake agreeable results.
Such mental haziness is in order, given the delightful vagueness of the terrain.
Life calls for the highest order of deafness; then we can be, so to speak, happy. It
Excuse me, my sweetest little Tatianochka, sometimes I forget how time ticks! Well,
Could it be that everything in this world remains so fundamentally pure that nothing can ever be more than half ruined?
But, as I have said, the bugs had no interest in getting us…and no great curiosity or enthusiasm about us as such; from the cowardly cockroaches to the blind stolid ants they wanted only to be left al...
All this is the flimsiest speculation, which is God’s gift to historical fictioneers.
Sunglasses make the world quieter and safer, as if you are viewing things behind smoked windows fronting your skull-house: you are inside and the world is outside, and the world cannot see into you; m...
Those T-34s? Better not to look! I see you shining, my beloved, chaotic, all-knowing, heartless Russia. Stalin’s daughter Svetlana wrote that.
Most literary critics agree that fiction cannot be reduced to mere falsehood. Well-crafted protagonists come to life, pornography causes orgasms, and the pretense that life is what we want it to be ma...
Her breasts were big and sad like owls' eyes.