This world's a bubble.
One thing is certain and the rest is lies The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
Everything put together is made to fall apart.
We only pass everything by like a transposition of air.
Safe Deposit...
A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.
At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part.
the necessary, impossible goodbye that had suddenly, in slow motion, arrived
Everything solid for a time, and then the sun comes up one morning and the world begins to melt.
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and...
Patience was part of his nature, and he accepted his lot as a short-lived mammal, scurrying in and out amid the roots of the giants.
A thousand years ago five minutes wereEqual to forty ounces of fine sand.Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime andInfinite aftertime: above your headThey close like giant wings, and you are dead.
They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.
Why did I think that this improvisation could never end? If I had seen that it could, what would I have done differently? What would he?
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...