…where’s the skill in being a hero if you were always destined to do it?
We should have just killed him, that’s a lesson, don’t get creative with revenge
Dark came early and stayed full of lights and the shouts of children.
Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.
History seemed meaningless here, or at least bewildered.
Any moment called now is always full of possibles.
Virgina Woolf versus Edward Lear.””Christ Alive,” said Billy. “Are those my only choices?””I went for Lear,” said Leon. “Partly out of fidelity to the letter L. Partly because given the choice between nonsense and boojy...
Heaven might not be what everyone thinks it is, but that don’t mean it’s a myth.