Who are we really? Combinations of common chemicals that perform mechanical actions for a few years before crumbling back into the original components? Fresh new souls, drawn at random for some celestial cupboard where God keeps an unending supply? O...
She might be the Archive, but she's still a kid, Kincaid." He frowned and looked at me. "So?" "So? Kids like cute." He blinked at me. "Cute?" "Come on." I led him downstairs. On the lower level of the Oceanarium there's an inner ring of exhibits, too...
Miss West is never idle. Below, in the big after-room, she does her own laundering. Nor will she let the steward touch her father's fine linen. In the main cabin she has installed a sewing-machine. All hand-stitching, and embroidering, and fancy work...
The imaginary child implied by the toys on exhibit in Hong Kong was impossible to reconcile with my actual child. I didn't think I'd like to meet the imaginary child they implied. That child was mad with contradictions. He was a machine-gun-toting, C...
To the sea, to the sea! The white gulls are crying, The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying. West, west away, the round sun is falling, Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling, The voices of my people that have gone before me? I will...
It is a strange thing, looking at the sea. When it is calm, or with only gentle ripples, it gives an impression of being soft and kind. But often, on such a calm, the wind suddenly blows, thrusting the water back into angry waves. At such times, in a...
A Rough Guide Be polite at the reception desk. Not all the knives are in the museum. The waitresses know that a nice boy is formed in the same way as a deckchair. Pay for the beer and send flowers. Introduce yourself as Richard. Do not refer to what ...
The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas. It is the night sea journey, the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and you l...
Sweeney Todd: The history of the world, my pet... Mrs. Lovett: Oh, Mr. Todd! Ooh, Mr. Todd! Leave it to me! Sweeney Todd: Is learn forgiveness and try to forget! Mrs. Lovett: By the sea, Mr. Todd we'll be comfy-cozy / By the sea, Mr. Todd, where ther...
The edge of the sea masks a clock that marks the waves.
I prefer to be proved wrong than to live in error.
Holy sea turtles!" - Arabella Valli, The Equinox (Book Two of the Summer Solstice Series)
Time is not duration but intensity; time is the beat and the interval [...]
I mean, there is amazing amount of oil and gas and other resources out beneath the sea. It's staggering.
They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea.
All it takes is a single moment.
I'll live in another world, then.
Wouldn't want to miss a war, would I?
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
I whisper like the sea in the horse's ear.
