I won't die like this again. Backbone. How I love it. But not as much as I love sucking the marrow from it. Thanatos
It's not fair to show someone the sun and then to banish him from it. Even the devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes that he's there alone.
How many demons and people are enslaved here? {Jericho} Define slavery. {Asmodeus} Kept against their will. {Jericho} Good definition. Counting me? {Asmodeus} Why not? {Jericho} Probably a couple of...
We're all under the same sky and walk the same earth; we're alive together during the same moment.
However, one thing that grave illness does is to make you examine familiar principles and seemingly reliable sayings. And there's one that I find I am not saying with quite the same conviction as I...
War is a mass of contradictions and carefully acknowledged truths.
With all due respect to Israel's primo king, David and I are not on the same page here. I'm more with the seventeenth-century philosopher Blaise Pascal, who lived when modern science was coming into...
but that is the way of things, with cities as with life, for one moment we are pottering about our errands as usual and the next we are dying, and our eternally impending ending does not put a stop to...
Some things are too good. They make everything else worthless.
LATER THAT DAY, in the evening, Nadia's time, the sun having slipped below her horizon, it was morning in the San Diego, California, locality of La Jolla, where an old man lived by the sea, or rather...
When he died he would not end. The world would end.
He thinks he's happy but it's just a nerve cell in his brain that's getting too much stimulation or too little stimulation.
… the air is a library and a phonograph record of all lived life, of every spoken phrase, and in it, all words ever spoken still resonate.
"What a big book, captain, might be made with all that is known!" "And what a much bigger book still with all that is not known!"
The cake is a lie.
That story you heard? About how we were all created by a super - powerful dude named God who lives up in the sky? Total bullshit. The whole God thing is actually an ancient fairy tale that people have...
I had spoken to the universe, and the universe hadn't given a damn.
The thanks of a weak one are but of little value," he muttered, "but you have them, for truly, in this past week, little but scraps have come my way - and for all my body is small, yet is my appetite...
There were men and women who appeared as fluid as ghosts, they could have been attending a burial out of curiosity, merely to recall how it had been when they were buried.
'..then he added, as if requiring a response to his own remark, 'Probably the greater the difference, the greater the similarity, and the greater the similarity, the greater the difference,' at that...
Strictly speaking, we do not make decisions, decisions make us.
The survival of man depends less on the perfection of the senses than might be believed. His reasoning ability has freed him from numerous efforts and obligations, so many of his faculties have been...
of good confronting evil, of light overcoming darkness, of love transcending hate. He tilted his head. "Isn't that where all faith begins?"
Clearly, it is time we learned to meet our emotional needs without embracing the preposterous. We must find ways to invoke the power of ritual and to mark those transitions in every human life that...
The core of science is not controlled experiment or mathematical modeling; it is intellectual honesty. It is time we acknowledge a basic feature of human discourse: when considering the truth of a...
It was like noticing the sun. You couldn't help but see it, to turn to face the heat of it, to bask in the glory of it. But often when the sun is high in the sky, the moon is up there, too. A dim...
It's like zen. Only not as subtle.
The law, we are told, is what makes us men under God instead of beasts in the ditch
My chalice intoxicates me.
Our soul and the sky and the earth are enough for us. Wanting more is to lose this and to be unhappy.
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...
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...
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...
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?