“Socrates is flying. No, he is soaring. The wings behind him beat in a calming rhythm while the cool air rushes past. His wings are all that matter, snapping at the rushing wind like the sails of some great sea… — Ken Goldman Copy Share Image
“From "Lunchtime At The Justice Cafe" : The waitress snarled a grin that lasted just long enough to show a mouthful of stained yellowed… — Ken Goldman Copy Share Image
“A kiss is such an amazing thing -- So simple, so complex. The only human act that gives while it receives. Mouth to mouth,… — Ken Goldman Copy Share Image
“From the short story (and anthology containing it) DONNY DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE : Donny acted like he didn’t hear me. “You can’t send… — Ken Goldman Copy Share Image
“Pinky Lumbers caught fire quicker than steak on a barbecue. He heaved and squirmed tryin' to scream, but his mouth was too crammed with… — Ken Goldman Copy Share Image
“Socrates is flying. No, he is soaring. The wings behind him beat in a calming rhythm while the cool air rushes past. His wings… — Ken Goldman Copy Share Image
“You can’t blame yourself for what Socrates did. Those birds came because he wanted them to come, at least a part of him did.… — Ken Goldman Copy Share Image
“From "Lady In Waiting" in the anthology The Morgue : Now I have yet to meet the corpse could hold up its end of… — Ken Goldman Copy Share Image
“Enlightenment is not imagining figures of light, but making the darkness conscious.” — Carl Jung” — Ken Goldman Copy Share Image
