…The wonders of life and the universe are mere reflections of microscopic particles engaged in a pointless dance fully choreographed by the laws of physics.

Dark-bright fire lit eyes

A half roll of Life Savers fused to the pockets,And in yet another, a lone unwrapped mintHad bundled itself in a stole of gray lint.

The brighter the light, the darker the shadow.

Long before they had ever met, I think this destiny awaited them. They were not like ships passing in the night. It wasn’t like they didn’t understand each other. They understood each other better than...

At first, when a child meets something that scares him, the fear grows, like a wave. But when he goes into the water and swims – gets used to the water – the wave grows...

To get from the tangible to the intangible (which mature artists in any medium claim as part of their task) a paradox of some kind has frequently been helpful. For the photographer to free himself...

It’s not always so easy,” she said softly.”Why not? It’s a part of who you are, isn’t it?” he asked with all the sympathy of an asp being prodded with a stick.

She had a voice so husky it could have pulled a dogsled, and the gun she was holding gave me a bad case of barrel envy.

Let them enjoy their Eden while they can; though there’s plenty of apples, I fear, on the tree yet, Mr Lawford.

It was a high ceilinged room with tall, large-panes windows. Apart from the doorway was the desk where book had been checked out in days when books were still being checked out. He stood there...

Theories cannot claim to be indestructible. They are only the plough which the ploughman uses to draw his furrow and which he has every right to discard for another one, of improved design, after the...

…I sense that stepping into the light is also a powerful metaphor for consciousness, for the birth of the knowing mind, for the simple and yet momentous coming of the sense of self into the...

Life’ wrote a friend of mine, ‘is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

It was one of those dangerous moments when speech is at once sincere and deceptive, when feeling, rising high above its average depth, leaves flood-marks which are never reached again.

Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.

They are trying to make me into a fixed star. I am an irregular planet.

It is like the panting of a thousand puppies.

The hours here are flat and round, disks of gray layered one on top of the other…they move slowly, at a grind, until it seems as though they are not moving at all. They are...

wen thectaste of my own medicine is given to me results into silent treatment,its not bitter therefore i enjoy the medicine i gave you too.

The act of metaphor then was a thrust at truth and lie, depending where you were: inside, safe, or outside, lost.

Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.

No more light answers. Let our officersHave note what we purpose. I shall breakThe cause of our expedience to the QueenAnd get her leave to part. For not aloneThe death of Fulvia, with more urgent...