Massive wildfires occurred at the onset of the Younger Dryas, representing the most anomalous episode of biomass burning in at least 120,000 years and possibly in the past ~386,000 years.

Looking at you reminds me of the kind of man I should be with.And what kind of man is that? Drunken, poor, pathetic?No. I´ve never met him, but I see him plain as day. He has crinkles around his eyes...

Let me tell you a little story. You may have heard it before.It's a story about a butcher named Barry.Once upon a time, in central city, there was a butcher named Barry. Barry loved to chop up meat mo...

Katherine of Aragon was speaking out for the women of the country, for the good wives who should not be put aside just because their husbands had taken a fancy to another, for the women who walked the...

I’m so sorry about Payne, I wanted to talk to you, but she’d made up her mind. I tried to work with her, I really did, but in the end, I just . . . I didn’t . . . I didn’t want you to be the one to do...

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

It can certainly be misleading to take the attributes of a movement, or the anxieties and contradictions of a moment, and to personalize or 'objectify' them in the figure of one individual. Yet ordina...

In reality, the Us-and-Them or I-and-Thou dichotomies do not exist. There is only one universal We - one human family united by the capacity to feel compassion and to demand equal justice for all.

In a world where we spend ever more of our time staring at screens, blocking out even our most intimate and proximate human contacts, public institutions with open-door policies compel us to pay close...

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

I've got about ten things to say to you right now. But at least nine of them would make me sound like a psycho.In spite of the seriousness of the situation, I nearly smiled. What’s the tenth thing? I...

I was a very lonely child and it's funny but the first word that comes to my head is starved. I felt starved of affection, starved of love and I felt that it wasn't OK to ask for it. Maybe there was a...

I said, I love you, you arrogant arse. She smiled. I always have. You're my mate, Owen Breese MacLaren. The distance won't change that. It never has.

I opened the other envelope. It contained a photograph of a girl. The pose suggested a natural ease, or a lot of experience in being photographed. It showed darkish hair which might possibly have been...

I need anything, anything that will stop me from living in the kind of death the bourgeois eat, the death called comfort.

I mean, you could claim that

I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago, I said at once. Elvii? Marcone inquired.The plural would be Elvises, I guess, I said. But if I say that too often, I start muttering...

I am Persephone she said, her voice thin and papery. Welcome, demigods.Nico squashed a pomegranate under his boot. Welcome? After last time, you've got the nerve to welcome me?I shifted uneasily, beca...

He ordered food with a childlike glee and watched me eat, tasting it as I did. In private he'd roll on his back like a cat, hands pressed to his mouth as if trying to drain every taste. It was the onl...

He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.