...looking at him makes her feel like laughing all over - as if she could laugh not just with her mouth but with her eyes, her heart, her very limbs.
But his face had that hollow look, as if there was something gone... you know that look. The inward focus. Distantly attentive to the home you're missing, or the someone you're missing. That look that a bird has when it turns it dry reptilian eye on you. That look that doesn't see you because the mind is filled up with someone it would rather see.
She's sent the crows out to blind the guests coming for dinner!" What?" She's BLINDING THE GUESTS COMING FOR DINNER!" Well, that's one way to avoid having to dust, I suppose.
In the end, all disguises must drop.
I never use the words HUMANIST or HUMANITARIAN, as it seems to me that to be human is to be capable of the most heinous crimes in nature.
Always the bridesmaid , never the bride." Always the godfather, never the god".
When I write a book, I write very cleanly from page one to the last page. I hardly ever write out of sequence.
The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness.
I don't like work like that. I am the silent partner. I work through events, I live on the sidelines, I dabble in causes and effects, I watch how the misbegotten creatures of this world live their lives.
The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments.
...perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.
Those times are over and gone, and good riddance to them, too. We were hopelessly high-spirited. Now we're the tick-waisted generation, dragging along our children behind us and carrying our parents on our backs. And we're in charge, while the figures who used to command our respect are wasting away.
The devil is a very big angel, but a very little man.
When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis, those who are the most themselves are the victims.
Such silly things, children -- and so embarrassing -- because they keep changing themselves out of shame, out of a need to be loved or something. While animals are born who they are, accept it, and that is that. They live with greater peace than people do.
The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on.
We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.
Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through.
To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.
There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.
It's unbecoming," she agreed. "A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.
Don't wish,"said Rain, "don't start. Wishing only...
I may not know how to fly but I know how to read, and that's almost the same thing.
...What is the use of beauty? i have lived my life surrounded by painters, and still I do not know the answer. But i suspect, some days, that beauty helps protect the spirit of mankind, swaddle it and succor it, so that we might survive. Beauty is no end in itself, but if it makes or lives less miserable so that we might be more kind-well, then, lets have beauty, painted on our porcelain, hanging on our walls, ringing through our stories.
Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.
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