Do,” said Louisa finally, “whatever you can’t not do.
Sometimes language can’t even read the music of meaning.
Power and moneyLike Pooh Bear and honeyStick fast.
This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious, and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays; life insurance. Babies. Love’s a...
This is my moral. Trust what you dream. Not what you think.
At certain rare moments, a library is a kind of mind.
It’s a very special talent that men have, to possess seeing eyes yet be so blind.
Probably in a parallel universe not far from here, I’m working for Nintendo.
Such narrative arcs make good movies but shitty existences.
To implant belief . . . is to dominate the believers.
But you have read Madame Bovary?’ (I’d never heard of her books.) ‘No.
To enslave an individual troubles your consciences, Archivist, but to enslave a clone is no more troubling than owning the latest six-wheeler ford, ethically. Because you cannot discern our differences, you assume we have none....