This was all he wanted now. Some signs that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time he needed to think all the things that must… - Ray Bradbury
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This was all he wanted now. Some signs that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time he needed to think all the things that must be thought.
I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?
Ours is a culture and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures.
Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and it's quite unnecessary height, a mountain built to such ridiculous immensities you were dwarfed in its shadow and mocking of its pomp.