Think how nature makes things compared to how we humans make things." We talked about how animals don't just preserve the next generation; they typically preserve the environment for the ten-thousandth generation. While human industrial processes can...
I care not how humble your bookshelf may be, or how lonely the room which it adorns. Close the door of that room behind you, shut off with it all the cares of the outer world, plunge back into the soothing company of the great dead, and then you are ...
Noah's eyes held my face. I swallowed hard. The juxtaposition of him sitting in a room full of people while staring at no one but me was overwhelming. Something shifted inside of me at the intimacy of us, eyes locked amid the scraping of twenty graph...
Hey, Melissa-is there anything I should know about having this kid that isn't in the books I've been reading?" Sunlight streamed through the window, making the golden, hormone-induced mutton chops glisten upon my cheeks. As I waited for her answer, I...
He was in Guanajuato, Mexico, he was a writer, and tonight was the Day of the Dead ceremony. He was in a little room on the second floor of a hotel, a room with wide windows and a balcony that overlooked the plaza where the children ran and yelled ea...
Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s what part of it means to be alive. But inside our heads — at least that’s where I imagine it — there’s ...
John: Dr. Gordon, this is your wake-up call. Everyday of your working life you have given people the news that they're gonna die soon. Now *you* will be the cause of death. Your aim in this game is to kill Adam. You have until six on the clock to do ...
[Wonka walks down the hall which gets shorter as it goes on in the skewed perspective room] Charlie Bucket: Hey, the room is getting smaller. Mrs. Teevee: No, it's not. *He's* getting *bigger*! Mr. Salt: He's at it again! Mike Teevee: Where's the cho...
Science Fiction properly conceived, like all serious fiction, however funny, is a way of trying to describe what is going on, what people actually do and feel, how people relate to everything else in this vast sack, this belly of the universe, this w...
I had to deny knowledge in order to make room for faith.
...his lazy eye drifting around the room like a child looking for the bathroom.
It was all her doing. She had cried wolf and the wolf had come.
Awesome . . .” Jared spoke up from the other side of the room. “Ember, the Otherworld's wonder mutt.
C'mon, let's go in my room and abuse drugs and stuff!
It is only the rooms of the present I wish to inhabit.
The heaviness of loss in her heart hadn't eased, but there was room there for humour, too.
So, to sum up my room-clearing generalizations, men are in comedy to break rules.
Work from your own side of literature/ & room fetish, not "publishing's" -
When I'm in London, Claridge's is a great favourite. I'm a big fan of art deco architecture and the rooms are extraordinary.
A vacant white room with lights is still a submission to the neutral. Works of art seen in such spaces seem to be going through a kind of esthetic convalescence.
You’re used to being the smartest guy in the room. Solitary confinement will do that.
