When he grew up, he wanted to be like Charles.

What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day.

It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.

Brother Wolf gave Anna an amused look and then went back to being scary.

When God saw fit to bestow such a gift, a man with any sense didn’t ask questions.

Upstairs on a bus! It’s Unbelievable

With insufferable vanity had she believed herself in the secret of everybody's feelings

Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever Redemption rips through the surface of time In the cry of a tiny babe.

Fear doesn't prevent death, but it certainly prevents life.

Photography today appears to be in a state of flight... The familiar is made strange, the unfamiliar grotesque. The amateur forces his Sundays into a series of unnatural poses.

Today I want to send a message of optismism to all Greeks. Our road, our path, will be more stabilised. Our country will be in a better situation. We will be stronger.

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.

Routine is not a prison, but the way into freedom from time.

Generally speaking, I tend to think that whether a philosopher's views are true is a poor test of their quality. What matter are the arguments they give, and the insights those arguments inspire.