If America don't come around, we're gonna' burn it down.
The truth, it is said, is rarely pure or simple, yet genetics can at times seem seductively transparent.
The world appears rectilinear, but is in fact curvilinear - a literal truth in physics, and a metaphorical one in metaphysics.
Bockstiegel: That'll burn fuel, huh? Der Leitende: Asshole.
Maria Pappadimos: They're burning Mandrakos in punishment.
I'm not out burning bras, but I'm very opinionated about women owning their power.
I understood that the Church had a Heart, and that this Heart was burning with love.
One cannot imagine Scots music and song without the contribution of Burns.
Joe: [gleefully] Rome wasn't burned in a night.
Find a place inside where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.
The difference between a violin and a viola is that a viola burns longer.
The fire burns as the novel taught it how.
The fire to inspire women and help them to blaze new paths fiercely burns inside of me.
Books are the ever burning lamps of accumulated wisdom.
You have compassion but by itself it is not enough. It is almost as if you carry around inside you some dead thing. Some heavy black cinder in your heart that burdens you; a ponderous anchor that tethers you to the past. Until you can burn it away, y...
He rose up over her, intending to enter her when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back with a grunt. Shara was on all fours, her hair tousled, as she crawled toward him. In all his millennia of life, he had never seen...
See what's inside a drop of water. The whole seed of the universe. Come, come. See what's inside a drop of blood. The composition of life. It's all there. Hate as well. We approach the mystery of life, but it's impossible to understand the mystery of...
She was at that crucial age when a women begins to regret having stayed faithful to a husband she never really loved, when the glowing sunset colors of her beauty offer her one last, urgent choice between maternal and feminine love. At such a moment ...
The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net. They don't fall dr...
By the Middles Ages it was a sin to have sex with a child. If an adult were guilty of such a sin, one remedy was to declare the child a witch. The child thus became an offender who "beguiled" the adult with the power of the Evil One. Understanding th...
Regret and pangs of conscience are feelings we assign to others to make the world seem a little more fair, to even things out a little and provide consolation. In reality, those who do wrong to us never think about us as much as we think about them, ...
