“It occurred to Raule that all children were monsters in the world and were instinctively aware of it. They were reminded of their anomalous nature by adults, whom they failed to resemble, and with whose habitations and tools their bodies… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“In the end, having no compass for his desires, he yielded to his nature.” — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“She replied that the manual labour exercised her body while allowing her mind and spirit to rest, adding that she believed there was value… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“It occurred to Raule that all children were monsters in the world and were instinctively aware of it. They were reminded of their anomalous… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“In the end, having no compass for his desires, he yielded to his nature.” — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“Could your god and this infernal be called enemies, then?" "It is more complicated than that. God knew what was going to happen, of… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“The wisdom which is now conventional claims that light creates shadows. But the facts are otherwise. Darkness came first and is infinitely older and… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“He had acquired a reputation for possessing a noble character, and even for being something of a hero - or, at least, in the… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“Art is the conscious making of numinous phenomena. Many objects are just objects - inert, merely utilitarian. Many events are inconsequential, too banal to… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“Think of a potter taking a misshapen bowl from his wheel and pounding it back into the tub of clay. A soul suffers while… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“Somewhere there are gardens where peacocks sing like nightingales, somewhere there are caravans of separated lovers traveling to meet each other; there are ruby… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“At that moment, he realised that he did not exist to her in the same way that he existed in his own perception. She… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“My soul longs for God, but a man is not just his soul, is he? Terrible to say, my clay lusts after the clay… — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
