Vampires, fey folk, werewolves, Shadowhunters, and demons - these things made sense to Magnus. But the mundane world - it seemed to have no pattern, no form. Their quicksilver politics. Their short lives...
... just because [butterflies'] lives were short didn't mean they were tragic... See, they have a beautiful life.
The good times were over. Nobody gave a shit and nobody had any money and if they had any, they kept it.
The purpose of art is to give the traveling human race an improved map that shows the way to itself. If art isn't for *that*, what is it for?
You have to accept and agree with this short notice that “having a dream is different from fulfilling a dream”. “To have a dream” is just a bargaining process; “fulfilling it” is the real purchasing hour!
He bursts out laughing. It's short, as if he regretted allowing me to make him laugh, but the satisfaction's already mine.
Dwarf mothers didn’t handicap their young by teaching them to be polite. My neighbors were as short on manners as they were on stature.
Our lives are the sum of our memories. How much are we willing to lose from our already short lives by … not paying attention?
In short, to enter the lists of literature is wilfully to expose yourself to the arrows of neglect, ridicule, envy, and disappointment. Whether you write well or ill, be assured that you will not escape from blame...
The short story, I should point out, is perforce a labor of love in today's literary world; there's precious little economic incentive to write one...
When statesmen forsake their own private conscience for the sake of their public duties, they lead their country by a short route to chaos.
There is little more I can add short of dissecting the man, or going into intimate details such as the modest proportions and slight southeasterly curvature of his manhood.
My doppelganger wraps the ear in a handkerchief and shoves it into his pocket as he leaves the train with a nod of his head in my direction.” William Wilson in the short story 'Metro' by Steen Langstrup
All the light was now coming from the East; and it looked breathtakingly new. In a very short time, everything was nationalized, from banks to factories, from pharmacies to little distilleries.
Flesh is willing, but the Soul requires Sisyphean patience for its song, Time, Hippocrates remarked, is short and Art is long.
I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?
In short, it became possible - never easy, but possible - in the poet Auden's phrase to find the mortal world enough.
Murphy's face went through several mutations as he spoke, as if small animals were scurrying about just beneath his skin.
My grandpa looks good in booty shorts. It’s too damn bad he’s dead and can’t twerk it for the small crowd that’s gathered in the cemetery.
But dying is for the sweetest ones. And he remembers sweetness, when life was sweet, and sweetly he was given that other lifetime.
Oh," He thought, "There is something with this girl." James thoughts regarding Kristen in "Top From The Bottom" a short story in Six Ways From Sunday.
