Experience is a mere whiff or rumble, produced by enormously complex and ill-deciphered causes of experience; and in the other direction, experience… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
She spent an afternoon staring at their front door. Waiting for someone? Yankel asked. What color is this? He stood very close… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things?… — Yann Martel Copy Share Image
I am not a critic; to me criticism is so often nothing more than the eye garrulously denouncing the shape of the… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
[Cannery Row's] inhabitants are, as the man once said, 'whores, pimps, gamblers, and sons of bitches,' by which he meant everybody. Had… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
How rich are we that we can look on these worlds with the perspective of modern science ... that we do not… — Guy Murchie Copy Share Image
I was sad to see some of them go. Like a magic lantern that would project images on walls and people would… — Danielle Dutton Copy Share Image