Rust, corrosion, wind, rain. The nibbling teeth of mice and the acrid droppings of insects and the devouring jaws of years. The… — Justin Cronin Copy Share Image
All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I'm scared by the enormous amount of bottled water being consumed today, instead of people drinking filtered tap water. Did you know… — Robert Englund Copy Share Image
...a point is reached where the self is so completely aligned with the still-point that it can no longer be moved, even… — Bernadette Roberts Copy Share Image
I've just been playing the Trout Quintet on the phonograph. Listening to the andantino makes me want to be a trout myself.… — Sophie Scholl Copy Share Image
I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Contemplation: I read a lot of books on philosophy and religion, and try to keep always growing in that part of my… — Kimbra Copy Share Image
Aristotle, in spite of his reputation, is full of absurdities. He says that children should be conceived in the Winter, when the… — Bertrand Russell Copy Share Image
That was on a night in August. Dad Lewis died early that morning and the young girl Alice from next door got… — Kent Haruf Copy Share Image
This song of mine Is a song of the vine To be sung by the glowing embers Of wayside inns, When the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sunlight and wind are inherently unreliable and energy-dilute. As such, adding solar panels and wind turbines to the grid in large quantities… — Michael Shellenberger Copy Share Image
And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just… — Kazuo Ishiguro Copy Share Image
Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone. It is good to listen, not to voices but to the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You, sleeping on your bed of nails. Weeping an ocean beyond the pale. Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill. You're suffering from… — Tim Finn Copy Share Image
Bob Dylan's 'Blowin' In the Wind' was written into the script of 'Article 15.' It was the only song I wanted in… — Anubhav Sinha Copy Share Image
To the sea, to the sea! The white gulls are crying, The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying. West,… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
