Evolution can't be predicted, Julian used to tell me; it's a scattershot business; it fires, but it doesn't aim.
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven's sphere.
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
For style beyond the genius never dares.
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and, still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.
They've drunk everything in the house, including a pitcher of African violet plant food I'd just mixed up and was stupid enough to leave on the counter. " Tremaine punched Eddie in the shoulder. "I told you it tasted weird. " Eddie shrugged. "Tasted okay to me.
the people who live in the last places - the people who are most neglected and least valued by the larger world - often represent the best of who we are and the finest standard of what we are meant to become. This is the power that last places hold over me, and why I have found it impossible to resist their pull.
Percy: I thought I’d lost my mom forever, and I was stuck on a hill in a thunderstorm fighting this huge bull dude while Grover was passed out wailing. “Food!” It was terrifying, man.