Let's swim to the moonLet's climb through the tid
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked, Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately? The moon did not answer. Do you have any friends? she asked. The moon did not answer. Don't you...
While the astronauts, heroes forever, spent mere hours on the moon, I have remained in this new world for nearly thirty years. I know that my achievement is quite ordinary. I am not the only man to...
Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again,...
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...
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
The rain was pattering hypnotically on the plane's exterior.
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...