“On that night I was left with only the truth that nothing of our personality survives after death, that in the end… — Gary Shteyngart Copy Share Image
And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
However constant the visitations of sickness and bereavement, the fall of the year is most thickly strewn with the fall of human… — James Martineau Copy Share Image
Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the color of red-flannel petticoats… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all… — Daniel Handler Copy Share Image
Games are among the most interesting creations of the human mind, and the analysis of their structure is full of adventure and… — James R Newman Copy Share Image
That was what he wanted, to be baked dry and hard, to feel the vaporous worries evaporating one by one, to know… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
