She stands just outside her door, puzzled, vaguely disquieted.
After all I’ve lost, what’s left to lose?
He says, “You have a fox in there.
The human race is at the apex of all life-forms because, no matter how strenuously sociologists and politicians and others of their persuasion insist on defining our species into interest groups and factions and classes and tribes, the better to control us, in truth our greatest strength is in the uniqueness of each of us.
There’s maybe ten places in the country where free speech still works, but this isn’t one of them.
A sense of wrongness prickles as if a burr has somehow gotten under her skull.
These are very powerful people.
You shouldn’t have a fox,” the stranger says. “A fox isn’t a pet.
An artist is a mathematician who knows the formulas of the soul.
Of all the gifts that Barty opened on Christmas morning, the hardback copy of Robert Heinlein’s The Star Beast was his favorite. Instantly enchanted by the promise of an amusing alien creature, space travel, an exotic future, and lots of adventure, he seized every opportunity throughout the busy day to crack open those pages and to step out of Bright Beach into stranger places.
Having gotten ahead of the phalanx, Katie drops the Tac Light.
It needs to be free. It was born free. It isn’t property.
Do you know Aesop? The fable titled ‘The Great and the Little Fishes’?
Dogs try to do what’s right. Most of them, anyway. And dogs suffer. They’re tormented and starved and abused by people unworthy of them. Who knows what you endured before you found me? My furry warrior.
Isn’t he sweet? But he’s not a fox. He’s an Australian cattle dog mix.
Those in the Mysterium.
She waits until the thing is passing overhead, squeezes off a shot, then a second.
There were four kinds of knowledge: what was taught, what.
I don’t have visions. It was a presentiment. A feeling, an impression.
In this troubled world, everything was transient except what we could carry with us in our minds and hearts.