The Sphinx is the riddle, not the riddler.

Stop worshiping the bad in boys and start recognizing the good in men

She seemed to soften at that, but then she asked, Has anything really changed?I've learned I need to consult you in matters, lest you decapitate me.

She preferred the times when she could pretend that she was in a gravity well to the little reminders that she was the puppet of acceleration and inertia.

Shane, in case we don’t … don’t come out of this, I wanted to say…He glanced over at her, and she felt her whole body warm from it. She remembered that look. It made her feel naked inside and out, but...

Promises from Lo are like bars at 2 a.m.--empty.

Por eso, al final el mundo es invadido por Tlön, la realidad se disuelve y se altera. El narrador se refugia nuevamente en la lectura; en otro tipo de lectura esta vez, una lectura controlada, minucio...

Patience's mental imprecations reached new heights. Mrs. Chadwick had not lied- Vane Cynster was the very epitome of an elegant gentleman. His hair, burnished chestnut several shades darker than her o...

Our civil rights have no dependence on our religious opinions any more than our opinions in physics or geometry...

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together, but at the end of the day and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one...

No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity.-

Mr. Walsh? a woman’s voice said. Can I get a comment, Mr. Walsh? That’s not about me, is it? I said. No, my client. He’s on trial for killing his business partner and dissolving him in quicklime. Whic...

Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.

Maybe all the strings inside him broke.

Mankind in the aggregate I have found to be brutish, ignorant and unkind, whether those qualities were covered by the coarse tunic of the peasant of the white and purple toga of a senator. And yet in...

Liefdes' adem was getogen door de mazen van het weefsel; in iedere steek van de naald had zich een verwachting of een herinnering vastgelegd; en al die dooreengewerkte zijden draden waren één groot ge...

LAYLA: You boinked Lilith.ROTH: Boinked? Roth chuckled under his breath and then said, God, I love you.

It's impossible to fall of mountains you fool!

It was unnerving. She'd looked at him and had the uncontrollable urge to weep. Thus far she'd managed to control her emotions. Thank God. She didn't even want to imagine what he would think of her if...

It was one of the few stories we told the same way.