So this is the latest doppelgänger. The original one was much prettier.
And he realized. . . that fragile, mortal life wasn't just important to him. It was more important than his own.
If that happens to us," she whispered, unable to wrap her mind around the idea of a life so long and so full of tragedy, "if we feel ourselves, who we are together, becoming lost in time, I don't want to Sleep. I want to say good-bye when I'm still me and you're still you.
Dmitri clearly gives good. . . blood.
To be haunted by my heart is no threat.
You try to leave and I will hunt you down. " Relief poured through her, but she smacked at his thigh with the back of her brush. "Like a rabid dog? Very romantic.
You," she managed to say hoarsely," are a very bad kitty cat.
If. . . the ability to tell right from wrong should turn out to have anything to do with the ability to think, then we must be able to "demand" its exercise from every sane person, no matter how erudite or ignorant, intelligent or stupid, he may happen to be. Kant in this respect almost alone among the philosophers was much bothered by the common opinion that philosophy is only for the few, precisely because of its moral implications.
One cannot live a creative life without first letting go of the fear of being wrong.
Marco Rubio is a talented young man, but record trumps rhetoric.
I've never seen anyone get so excited over books before. You'd think they were diamonds.