Nefretiri: Don't exhaust yourself, Great One. Dear Great One. Sethi: [on his deathbed] Why not, kitten? You are the only thing I regret leaving. You have been my joy. Nefretiri: And you my only love. Sethi: Aha. Now you're cheating. There was another...
Ability to see the cultural value of wilderness boils down, in the last analysis, to a question of intellectual humility. The shallow-minded modern who has lost his rootage in the land assumes that he has already discovered what is important; it is s...
One of the seats of emotion and memory in the brain is the amygdala, he explained. When something threatens your life, this area seems to kick into overdrive, recording every last detail of the experience. The more detailed the memory, the longer the...
The book itself is a curious artifact, not showy in its technology but complex and extremely efficient: a really neat little device, compact, often very pleasant to look at and handle, that can last decades, even centuries. It doesn't have to be plug...
My plans for this day are simple: Step one accomplished, I woke up. Now take a moment to be thankful for my gift. The gift of another chance. I have been blessed to have another day with my loved ones and the people I care about. Next step, Choose to...
I write to forget the days that broke me into a million nights.
I want my name to mean me.
All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars.
Let me read to you,” said Roger Nowell. “It is a night for reading.
Nights were so real that days began to seem dreamlike to him
What had been quiet and restful was now silent and empty.
Expendable was not the word I was looking to hear to boost my morale, but whatever.
Damn, there goes my chance for some hot sexy talk.
Don't read it. Just shred and burn, or your eyes will melt.
...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...
I am in love with the stars of night - I have made them audible...
And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.
Bob says hello," He told the stars. The Argo II sailed into the night.
The night surrounds, breathes across her skin. They’re lost in the shadows of the moon.
Privilege" is something else. "Privilege" is a judgment. "Privilege" is an opinion. "Privilege" is an accusation.
A blanket could be used to reveal hidden mysteries. Quick, get naked and get under, and I will illuminate the night.
