Before the gods that made the gods Had seen their sunrise pass, The White Horse of the White Horse Vale Was cut out of the grass.
What man can hate or love well when he is drugged?
When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?
The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.
I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.
Some of the smartest men have a hard time comprehending the obvious.
Brigan was saying her name, and he was sending her a feeling. It was courage and strength, and something else too, as if he were standing with her, as if he'd taken her within himself, letting her rest her entire body for a moment on his backbone, her mind in his mind, her heart in the fire of his. The fire of Brigan's heart was astounding. Fire understood, and almost could not believe, that the feeling he was sending her was love.
When you come to look into this argument from design, it is a most astonishing thing that people can believe that this world, with all the things that are in it, with all its defects, should be the best that omnipotence and omniscience has been able to produce in millions of years.
Make sure you tell the people you love that you love them. Loudly and often. You never know when it might be too late.
I figured out I'm bisexual. I have sex twice a year.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.