Each moment of life is only as precious as is our ability to attend to it.
Critical sobriety is out of the question so long as this master of terror-in-the-commonplace exerts his spell.
Eliminate the impossible. Then if nothing remains, some part of the 'impossible' was possible.
Richard Stark writes a harsh and frightening story of criminal warfare and vengeance with economy, understatement and a deadly amoral objectivity-a remarkable addition to the list of the shockers that the French call roman noirs.
I write any sort of rubbish which will cover the main outlines of the story, then I can begin to see it.
An answer in words is delusive; it is really no answer to the questions you ask.
Everyone is an abused child, if you think about what governments do.
One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through the life: Tis the set of a soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.