Another priest said,"Is it true you've said you'll believe in any god whose existence can be proved by logical debate?" "Yes." Vimes had a feeling about the immediate future and took a few steps away from Dorfl. "But the gods plainly exist," said a p...
Algol is the name of the winking demon star, Medusa of the skies; fair but deadly to look on, even for one who is already dying. Ah, the bright stars of the night. Almost they obliterate the clear white pain. A thousand stars shining in the ether; bu...
The sky in Seattle is so low, it felt like God had lowered a silk parachute over us. Every feeling I ever knew was up in that sky. Twinkling joyous sunlight; airy, giggle cloud wisps; blinding columns of sun. Orbs of gold, pink. flesh, utterly cheesy...
We tilt our heads back and open wide. The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco flakes and cavities and boyfriend/girlfriend juice, the stain of lies. For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms ...
I follow Plato only with my mind Pure beauty strikes me as a little thin A little cold, however beautiful. I am in love with what is mixed and impure Doubtful, dark and hard to disencumber I want beauty I must dig for, search for. Pure beauty is begi...
[Joanna is crying] Ted Kramer: Hi, what's up? Tell me. What? What's the matter? Joanna Kramer: I woke up this morning, kept thinking about Billy and I was thinking about him waking up in his room with his little clouds all around that I painted and I...
Clouds suit my mood just fine.
Mention but the word "divinity," and our sense of the divine is clouded.
Implausible truth can serve one better than plausible fiction
Being alone on the moors is scary; as the rain clouds settle in, it makes you realise your place in nature.
Never question the clouds, they're only bringing the life-giving rain.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
I want to write a book like a cloud that changes as it goes.
Rain drops are not the ones who bring the clouds.
The blue of daylight fades and chills as the sun sinks beneath clouds of fire.
Dark economic clouds are dissipating into an emerging blue sky of opportunity.
I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.
There is no such thing as lack of love. There is only plenty of fear,which clouds our perceptions.
I'm a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.
The cloud that descended on Black Rock on Monday was not for the past but the future. How much will this debacle chill the pursuit of other risky investigations?
Never let the clouds of your negative past blindfold you from the beauty of the present.
