One plus one equals both.
Animals are born who they are, accept it, and that is that. They live with greater peace than people do.
She is no longer I, she is too long ago, she is only she...
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.
When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis, those who are the most themselves are the victims.
The truth isn’t a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on.
Evil is an act, not an appetite. How many haven’t wanted to slash the throat of some boor across the dining room table? Present company excepted of course. Everyone has the appetite. If you give in to it, it, that act is evil. The appetite is normal.
I may not know how to fly but I know how to read, and that’s almost the same thing.
It was mild monsters like these that made Jack the Ripper go after young women, she decided: who could tolerate yielding the world to someone who behaved as if she had given birth to the very world herself?
I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.
Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.
The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing, while the true traveler knows that the novel world about her serves as the most appropriate accessory.
Everyone dies. It’s a question of where and how, that’s all.
There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.
That’s all I want- to do no harm.
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.
She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still needed fighting.
The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments.
The thing about a mirror is this: The one who stares into it is condemned to consider the world from her own perspective.
Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That’s what makes it mystery.