If you put enough sheep together you have a herd- a force to be reckoned with.
That's the trouble with caring about anybody, you begin to feel overprotective. Then you begin to feel crowded.
Writing and rewriting are a constant search for what it is one is saying.
I must go to Nature disarmed of perspective and stretch myself like a large transparent canvas upon her in the hope that, my submission being perfect, the imprint of a beautiful and useful truth would be taken.
We are living in a world in which we don't give the young enough reason to live. The temper and the lyrics of a lot of punk music and so on is very, life sucks and then you die, sort of theory. I feel life is cheaper and death is more attractive now than it was when I was an adolescent, as I remember. Suicide was a personal pathology when it was committed. There was no society approval of it, like there certainly is in Palestine and some quarters of Iraq.
Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?
Hoping to fashion a mirror, the lover doth polish the face of his beloved until he produces a skull.
Age plays cruel tricks on the human face; all our repressed feelings become visible on the surface, where they harden like a mask.
The human failing I would most like to correct is aggression. It may have had survival advantage in caveman days, to get more food, territory or partner with whom to reproduce, but now it threatens to destroy us all.
In matters of intellect, follow your reason as far as it will take you, without regard for any other consideration.
Judith took a deep breath. "Aye, you captured Iain's wife," she said again. "But he married your daughter.