The one dog who barks at nothing answered by a thousand dogs barking at something …'
So Unlucky Worm Olly is a radio play on Radio 4. And what am I? - You, Hugo, she kisses me on the earlobe, is a dirty low-budget French film that you happen to come across on TV at night. You know...
The truth of a myth, Your Honor, is not its words but its patterns. Shiroyama
So Unlucky Worm Olly is a radio play on Radio 4. And what am I? - You, Hugo, she kissed me on the earlobe, is a dirty low-budget French film, one that you happen to come across on TV at night. You...
A random sequence of seemingly unrelated events.
Nothing has changed, except everything.
A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate, Suicide is selfishness.
Power is lost or won, never created or destroyed. Power is a visitor to, not a possession of, those it empowers. The mad tend to crave it, many of the sane crave it, but the wise worry about its...
But an ink brush, she thinks, is a skeleton key for a prisoner's mind.
Okay, so she's mad as a sack of ferrets. Only I don't tell her so 'cause I'd like more of that green tea.
one fine day, a purely predatory world shall consume itself. Yes, the Devil shall take the hindmost until the foremost is the hindmost. In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human...
Nothing more costly than item that has no price.
the man had literally fallen from the heavens, like Jesus or David Bowie. A
You & I, the moneyed, the privileged, the fortunate, shall not fare so badly in this world, provided our luck holds. What of it if our consciences itch? Why undermine the dominance of our race, our...
All that way, and he never crossed the bridge.
But the idea that you can no longer trust your mind, that's just about the most frightening thing there is. When you mess around with proportion or symmetry, or when doubt is injected into your...
There's lying," says Mum, fishing out the envelope she wrote the directions on from her handbag, "which is wrong, and there's creating the right impression, which is necessary.
Who's breathing down my neck? I turn around - no one. Only the train, picking up speed, dives into the darkness.
As a pedagogical approach, disability studies provides ways of legitimating the lives of those occupying peripheral embodiments as offering insightful alternative modes of nonnormative...
This is why the elite need a prophylactic barrier of shitty state schools, to prevent clever kids from working-class post codes ousting them from the Enclave of Privilege
Like a shiny silver pinball whizzing out of the firing lane, I've not got the faintest bloody clue where I'm going or what'll happen next.
Are you mad?' Always a trickier question than it looks.
As many truths as men. Occasionally, I glimpse a truer Truth, hiding in imperfect simulacrums of itself, but as I approach, it bestirs itself & moves deeper into the thorny swamp of dissent. Tuesday
Our right to be here is weaker by the minute
The challenge of the politics of atypicality becomes particularly pressing within neoliberal biopolitics, particularly in that much of disability's social oppression is based on medical...
ignorance of the Other engenders fear; fear engenders hatred; hatred engenders violence; violence engenders further violence until the only rights, the only law, are whatever is willed by the most...
When shaving, thinks Jacob, a man rereads his truest memoir.
Men have imagined republics and principalities that never really existed at all. Yet the way men live is so far removed from the way they ought to live that anyone who abandons what 'is' for what...
What's wrong, de Zoet? You look like your breeches are beshatten.
conduct your life in such a way that, when your train breaks down in the eve of your years, you have a warm, dry car driven by a loved one-or a hired one, it matters not-to take you home.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
The rain was pattering hypnotically on the plane's exterior.