Freedom, the first-born of science.
His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.
Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.
You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.
It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.
. . . and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.
I always preferred working with somebody so I could look into their eyeballs and play tennis.
The thought of a limit to perceptual space and time staggers the mind.
Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?” “In this case, it’s a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up.
We are the friends of liberty everywhere, but the guarrantors of only our own.