Strange thoughts brew in your heart when you spend too much time with old books
With the aid of a minute correction - that of the dispersing lens - in a gold frame perched on her nose, Miranda can see into hell.
I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.
If we had the right words, if we had the language, we would need no weapons.
I myself am a person who has never resigned myself, who is absolutely never resigned, who can’t imagine it at all. I simply observe, and I observe in so many people, and often very quickly, a resignation that terrifies me, that’s it.
Silent night, holy night, when the bough flies from the tree and is hung everywhere, when from tables the crusts fly, when the gifts begin to tremble because lovelessness walks through the world, because it snarls at you, barks at you from the snow, and the silver ribbons rip and the tinsel rustles silvery, and the silver and gold, and a golden word come to you on which you choke because you have been sold and betrayed, and because it does not suffice that for you one is redeemed who once died.
For the facts that make up the world need the non-factual as a vantage point from which to be perceived.
We certainly have to improve on our performances especially up front. It's not that the strikers are not in form, as all four of them are; they just have to be more accurate.
It was strange to be naked in front of anybody. It was like that cold water out there in the bay: scary, you didn’t think you could stand it, but then you plunged in and pretty soon you got used to it. There was enough hiding in life. Sometimes you just wanted to show somebody your tits.
When it comes to fund managers and market strategists, this year's hero usually turns into next year's zero.
I cannot pretend i am not without fear.