A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen, mutilated, and discarded in the gutter of destiny.
Proof, once again, that reality was not objective, but always waiting to be reshaped and redefined by one’s attitude.
Well, here we are.”Sometimes a statement of the bloody obvious was the only appropriate way forward. As if to give life ceremonious permission to proceed.
A person who is worth nothing must introduce you to a person worth next-to-nothing, and that person to another, and so on and so forth until finally you can step across the threshold, almost one of the family.
The past was dwindling, like something shrinking to a speck in the rear-view mirror, and the future was shining through the windscreen, demanding her full attention.
Being apart was wrong. Simply lying side by side did more for a relationship than words. A warm bed, a nest of animal intimacy. Words could be misunderstood, whereas loving companionship bred trust.
The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that’s always been there, and the next minute it’s just a memory.
What do you expect? This place is one big anti-climax.
Anyway, when sophisticated technology fails, primitive technology steps in to do the job.
Most true things are kind of corny, don’t you think? But we make them more sophisticated out of sheer embarrassment.
You want Paradise, you gotta build it on war, on blood, on envy and naked greed.
People and their dwellings were such a thin dust on the surface of the globe, like invisible specks of bacteria on an orange, and the feeble lights of kebab shops and supermarkets failed utterly to register on the infinities of space above.
These days, the bigger the company, the less you can figure out what it does.
There is so little in the New Testament about sexual love, and most of it consists of Paul heaving a deep sigh and tolerating it like a weakness.
‘A Christmas Carol’ is an extravagantly symbolic thing – as rich in symbols as Christmas pudding is rich in raisins.