Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
He stood a stranger in this breathing world, An erring spirit from another hurled; A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped. By choice the perils he by chance escaped David Lurie may not be a morning person, or a man built for marriage, or even a man of many talents for that matter... Continue Reading →
“The little boy nodded at the peony and the peony seemed to nod back. The little boy was neat, clean and pretty. The peony was unchaste, dishevelled as peonies must be, and at the height of its beauty. It was a significant moment, for it was Francis's first conscious encounter with beauty - beauty that... Continue Reading →
"It offended his sense of proportion and economy to throw away a ninety-percent serviceable string of lights. It offended his sense of himself, because he was an individual from an age of individuals, and a string of lights was, like him, an individual thing. No matter how little the thing had cost, to throw it... Continue Reading →
You would be lucky if you were to get to your toes if you were counting the amount of beautiful days for a picnic in London, England. When Mother Nature grants you a day with slightly overcast skies and a forty percent chance of precipitation you might as well take full advantage of the offer.... Continue Reading →
"There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting things that trouble us, allowing them to fall away like drifted leaves. There is no better time to dance again, to make the most out of every crumb of sunlight and warm body and soul with its rays before it falls asleep and becomes... Continue Reading →
“She died in my arms saying, “I don’t want to die.” That is what death is like. It doesn’t matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn’t matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what I saw, we could never have war anymore.” Children in books or movies that... Continue Reading →
"Without an author, a novel wouldn't be written, but without a reader, a novel would have no effect. Without readers, novels can't be. We don't only read novels - we create them. A novel makes us laugh or cry, it gives us good or bad ideas and it enriches or impoverishes us. Characters, just as... Continue Reading →
The 1970's brought about many new feelings for a whole number of people across America. To the front of the list was the realization that change was a coming whether you were ready for it or not. For example you have: 1) The traditional male facing the liberation of females through their protestations of their... Continue Reading →
"A woman will think she can fall in love with you because you can write a song,because you can touch some raw emotional nerve that most people don't even bother thinking about. Because you van write a fucking lovesong. Because you're famous. And for one night: you're golden. I've been golden all over the world.... Continue Reading →
"I ask you to remember, not every man that bears the mark of the castaway, is a castaway at heart." To me J.M. Coetzee's story Foe is a function of three distinct points of view that takes the reader from a manageable feeling, to a further state of evaluation, and finally to an interpretative position.... Continue Reading →
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