There’s no such thing as ruining your life. Life’s a pretty resilient thing, it turns out.
During the war, I promised the dead I would never forget them. I stared at them, barely able to move myself. Pretended I was one of them. To this day I can recall the light in the ruins.
The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.
He loved the extensive vaults where you could hear the night birds and the sea breeze; he loved the craggy ruins bound together by ivy, those dark halls, and any appearance of death and destruction. H...
I have emotionsthat are like newspapers thatread themselves.I go for days at a timetrapped in the want ads.I feel as if I am an adfor the sale of a haunted house:18 rooms$37,000I'm yoursghosts and all...
The sight of so many ruins destroys any desire to build shanties; all this ancient dust makes one indifferent to fame.