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.