Some of these things are true and some of them lies. But they are all good stories.
It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires.
A man’s power is in the half-light, in the half-seen movements of his hand and the unguessed-at expression of his face. It is the absence of facts tat frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires.
By the hairy balls of Jesus.
But my sins are my strength, he thinks; the sins I have done, that others have not even found the opportunity of committing. I hug them close; they’re mine.
God knows our hearts. There is no need for an idle formula or an intermediary. No need for language either: God is beyond translation.
The multitude,” Cavendish says, “is always desirous of a change. They never see a great man set up but they must pull him down – for the novelty of the thing.
He makes a gesture, designed to impersonate frankness.
He never lives in a single reality, but in a shifting shadow-mesh of diplomatic possibilities.
Jesus Maria,’ the boy says. ‘The star that guides us to Bethlehem. I thought it was an engine for torture.
There are some people in this world who like everything squared up and precise, and there are those who will allow some drift at the margins.