We were not actually famous, I have to add. People were just drunk.
If that was the last event of the night, it would have made a terrible ending. It was just the beginning, though.
I've always been a fan of the 19th century novel, of the novel that is plotted, character-driven, and where the passage of time is almost as central to the novel as a major minor character, the passage of time and its effect on the characters in the ...
He had no racial feeling—not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a different atmosphere, where the herd instinct does not flourish.
As long as they don’t harm the environment, pay taxes, and don't do it in my bed, it’s none of my business.
The ego is a mean mechanism which mobilizes the absolute strongest rationalization traps in order to preserve itself.
While aloofness might fascinate others and makes them respect you, it will never allow for intimacy and profound relationships.
Traveling equals having experiences which translate into more opportunities for exposing incorrect ideas about life.
Facing different options, you must always choose the one that makes you most uncomfortable, the one that creates a tingling feeling of excitement inside your body.
If you have to push yourself to do it, should you be doing it in the first place? That was a question I never dared to asked myself.
Which statements are true according to the passage? A) Science, governments, and your doctor should be trusted. B) 'Comforting her deep into the night' is a euphemism for sneaking candy. C) The ugliest phrase used in this passage is 'female.' D) Bad ...
But although the cliche says that power always corrupts, what is seldom said ... is that power always reveals. When a man is climbing, trying to persuade others to give him power, concealment is necessary. ... But as a man obtains more power, camoufl...
When it started to climb between my legs, my balls and its claws only separated by a thin blanket, I sincerely considered throwing it (the cat, not my member) out of the window.
Caught in a terrible cycle, I was thinking about what I thought about my own thoughts, so I went to the bar where I got myself a glass of water.
There are a thousand ways in which his neighbours can evaporate the essence which is all in all to him, while they at the same time give to his scenery ponderable value which to them is worth far more
And she began the oft-told tale of a lady of imperial descent who could find no husband in the narrow circle where her pride permitted her to mate, and had lived on unwed, her age now thirty, and would die unwed, for no one would have her now.
Cinema was my rite of passage.
In Europe life retreats out of the cold, and exquisite fireside myths have resulted—Balder, Persephone—but [in India] the retreat is from the source of life, the treacherous sun, and no poetry adorns it because disillusionment cannot be beautiful...
It never bored them to hear words, words; they breathed them with the cool night air, never stopping to analyse; the name of the poet, Hafiz, Hali, Iqbal, was sufficient guarantee. India—a hundred Indias—whispered outside beneath the indifferent ...
It should be the art of Christians to present death as a passage to a better life, to labour to bring our souls into such a condition, as to think death not to be a death to us, but the death of itself. Death dies when I die, and I begin to live when...
A Passage to India. It is my favourite movie.
