And we convict almost every case, she thinks, because the law requires us to prosecute them for living their way of life.
...in the unique case of a country’s geographic position, it is difficult to consider this factor as anything other than a cause, unless we assume that in prehistoric times peoples migrated to climates that fit their concepts of power distance, whi...
Insanity is the only real escape from the banality of our lives. - Clara Bayliss
You wanted to live," he says. "You say that like it's a good thing. A virtue." "What is it really?" I think about this. "Selfish." "Wanting to live is selfish?" "Yes.
At the end, one didn't remember life as a whole but as just a string of moments.
Elaborate burial customs are a sure sign of decadence.
Even now, I found it difficult to believe that my father could or might be dying. He had always been a strong man, a good leader. No one had ever seen him with his head bowed in despair or defeat, no one had ever seen him slump in resignation, nor ha...
I'll say this, Arik: the old man's warning proved to be true - things are not always what they seem. She was no young lady -" "If it's the demon you speak of," interjected Rith, as she stepped back into the ruin, Lyssa following after, "she was not e...
But this is deception. It’s moving very fast, and just because you can’t see and feel it, doesn’t mean it’s not the truth.
There’s no such thing as fate. It’s just the word men give to decisions which have worked out badly.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about what could have been. It’s too unbearable.
Ah hon, we all have our own demons to fight, guardians or not.
Luck always seems like it belongs to someone else.
You have a history of starving yourself," he says gently. I lift my head. I meet his gaze. "I have a history that I don't like to talk about.
That which struck the present writer most forcibly on his first perusal of the 'Origin of Species' was the conviction that Teleology, as commonly understood, had received its deathblow at Mr. 's hands. For the teleological argument runs thus: an orga...
I’m talking about other kinds of hunger. Desire.
Can we ever see the truth when desire blinds us? Or do we call it the truth because it is what we wish to see?
He wanted to toast mad idealism, forbidden desires, the dreams that drove one to criminal acts. He wanted, quite starkly, oblivion.
Every new discovery is assumed at once into the sum total of knowledge, and with that ceases in a sense to be a discovery; it dissolves into the whole and disappears, and one must have a trained scientific eye even to recognize it after that.
One hears a great many things, true, but can gather nothing definite.
What if it's the there and not the here that I long for? The wander and not the wait, the magic in the lost feet stumbling down the faraway street and the way the moon never hangs quite the same.
