Separating fact and fiction in Inca history is impossible, because virtually all the sources available are Spanish accounts of stories that had already been vetted by the Inca emperors to highlight their own heroic roles. Imagine a history of modern ...
He supposed he was one of those unfortunates born with a great capacity for suffering.... He opened his eyes a moment and they were dark with fear, for only one race was run as yet and there might be many others.... Then his newborn courage came back...
Sometimes, in the course of my hopeless quest, I would pick up and dip into one of the ordinary books that lay strewn around the castle. Whenever I did, it seemed so insipid and insubstantial that I flew into a rage and hurled it at the wall after re...
Nonetheless, the fact remains; he had hope in a better world he could not yet see that overwhelmed the cries of "you can't" or "you won't" or "why bother." More than anything else, mastering that faith, on cue, is what separated him from his peers, a...
It was easier to be the headstrong monk, a boy on a long-shot mission, before he actually won anything. With the prize in hand, he realized his single-minded drive came across as aloof cockiness; his painful martyrdom certainly looked like self-nomin...
Then there were long, lazy summer afternoons when there was nothing to do but read. And dream. And watch the town go by to supper. I think that is why our great men and women so often have sprung from small towns, or villages. They have had time to d...
Lennie Pike: This is stupid. You call me a "stupid idiot?" Well, let me tell you something. You're a "stupid idiot!" Mrs. Marcus: But he'll go all the way to Plaster City. Lennie Pike: So he goes all the way to Plaster City. I don't know about you, b...
Bob: [Bob is waiting outside the city prison after Hartigan's release] It's a lotta miles into town, Hartigan. You care for a ride? John Hartigan: Long as you stay in front of me. Bob: Prison's made you paranoid. Talk about water under the bridge. Ch...
She shrugged. "Ownership is a fragile concept.
I've never felt so... light.
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
The city is a plague… and I am the penicillin.
...cities are murky places - hatching grounds for monsters...
New York is the coolest city. The place just never sleeps. It's amazing.
Freedom breeds uncertainty; uncertainty invites chaos.
Some nights, we were a city of two.
To be insular is to be independent. But it is also to be alone.
Fashion is only different skins for different flavours of you.
Snowboarding! I love it! Some of the best places to snowboard are Telluride and Park Cities, Utah.
Houston is undoubtedly my showcase city. I saved all my best buildings for Houston.
I'm the one who's always been there for you... not him!
