If you're creating something that has some sort of cultural currency - if the idea is getting out there - then that will probably yield money in some form, whether it's through selling art or selling books or being asked to give a lecture.
Partly it was a sort of hymn to the wisdom and majesty of Big Brother, but still more it was an act of self-hypnosis, a deliberate drowning of consciousness by means of rhythmic noise.
Oh, here we go, firing questions right and left. I sort of missed that part. [Mina's most endearing trait?]
That one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself.
There's room for all sorts of magic and miracles in this world - that's what I think.
Saying good-bye properly afforded me a measure of peace. It was a binding of a different sort, absent of the earth's power, but still hard proof that there is magic yet in the world.
I'm not sexually active. I just sort of lay there and slowly thrust.
I am no faint-heart when it comes to the unpleasant truth. Indeed I have always taken a bracing sort of pleasure in facing it.
Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.
Your powers of observation are formidable," Michael says and Darien giggles behind one perfectly manicured hand, like some sort of preppie geisha.
Caine was a murderer. A liar. A cad. A skulker in shadows and a heartless wretch. What sort of woman or God would love someone like him?
When they finished laughing they were on their way to being not just friends, but the dearest of friends, the sort of friends whose lives are shaped by the friendship.
You going to be a scientist when you grow up?” That sort of question deserved a blank stare, which it got.
But then, he thought, most politicians are small and shabby, the sort of people who have been bullied at school. That's why they become politicians.
One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the Universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.
It occurs to me that if I don’t sort myself out soon I will die of meaninglessness. That is the price of avoiding the things I find troubling.
Clearly the Old One had the capacity to kill - or easily deliver some sort of final ending that sounded remarkably like death.
What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are.
For what you see and hear depends a good deal on where you are standing: it also depends on what sort of person you are.
This would become a lifelong pattern, sitting in my comfort zone high above the world in some sort of self-imposed exile.
He [Muffat] experienced a sense of pleasure mingled with remorse, the sort of pleasure peculiar to those Catholics whom the fear of hell spurs on to commit sin.
