There is something talismanic about familiar words.
I'm a lion in a strange land.
I have a strange combination of fearlessness and massive insecurity.
Strangely enough, I really think that shoes are a communication tool between people.
I'm one of those strange people: I really love going to the gym.
The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own
The death of God left the angels in a strange position.
I did have strange ideas during certain periods of time.
There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange.
My masters are strange folk with very little care for music in them.
Young men are crazy strange emotional beings.
I'm this strange kind of fusion of jazz, pop, and R&B.
It is strange how easy it is to remember pain.
Sometimes strange fiction, becomes grim reality.
Mastema prefers absolutes. He wants fences on the world and everything in its place, neat and tidy as a churchyard garden. God is not like that. God is boundless. For all his wisdom, Mastema cannot comprehend Yahweh’s need for surprises. An omnisci...
It is very odd to be standing in a locked room in the Penitentiary, speaking with a strange man about France and Italy and Germany. A travelling man. He must be a wanderer, like Jeremiah the peddler. But Jeremiah travelled to earn his bread, and thes...
I recognized it instantly. It was a made-up story, a fantasy, the tale of four kids who went through a magic wardrobe and found themselves in a strange new world. I'd read it more times than I could remember, and although I sneered at the thought of ...
The sands of time blew into a storm of images... Images in sequence to tell the truth! Glorious legends of revolutionaries, bound only by a desire to be true to themselves... And to hope! Parables of colliding worlds, of forbidden love... of enemies ...
If a man prefers nothing I can give him nothing. But nearly all people I have ever met in this western society in which I live would agree to the general proposition that we need this life of practical romance; the combination of something that is st...
What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent. The world is somnolent and cool, in a tem...
One may picture, too, the sudden shifting of the attention, the swiftly spreading coils and bellyings of that blackness advancing headlong, towering heavenward, turning the twilight to a palpable darkness, a strange and horrible antagonist of vapour ...
