You meet a new person, you go with him and suddenly you get a whole new city…you go down new streets, you see houses you never saw before, pass places you didn’t even know were there. Everything changes.
All life is a rhythm,” she said as I sat up. “All death is a rhythm suspended, a syncopation before liferesumes.
Because feelings, emotional and physical, are so foregrounded in sexual encounters, the orgy is soon the most social of human interchanges, where awareness and communication, whether verbal or no, hold all together or sunder it.
We try to bring up our children so that they are protected from the world’s evils, only to find we’ve raised a pack of innocents who seem to be about to stumble into them at every turn just from sheer stupidity!
The pleasures of love are really quite wonderful–though I suspect they are rather a luxury and require a certain level of socioeconomic stability to be anything other than a mode of suffering.
Desire isn’t appeased by its object, only irritated into something more than desire that can join with the stars to inform the chaotic heavens with sense.
Do you follow the wrestling? Most people think it’s illegal, but you can watch it there. Ruby and Python are on display this evening.
Everything in a science-fiction novel should be mentioned at least twice (in at least two different contexts).
It’s a very new, not to mention vulgar, idea that the spectator’s experience should be identical to, or even have anything to do with, the artist’s
Well, most textbooks say language is a mechanism for expressing thought. But language is thought. Thought is information given form. The form is language.
The mark of the truly civilized is their (truly baffling to the likes of you and me) patience with what truly baffles.
To be sure, the Road of Excess leads to the Palace of Wisdom, even when it takes you through the Valley of the Nest of Spiders. Just watch out for parasites.
An artist simply cannot trust any public emblem of merit.
I want to read about a character doing something fairly quiet where I can picture who the character is, and what their attitude towards the world is – which I’m a lot more interested in than what they do under the pressure of a gunfight.