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“The arrival of a stranger at her door at nine-thirty in the morning did not faze her, and she continued to brush for a few minutes as we talked.”
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Are those "MANY GREAT LEGAL SCHOLARS" in the room with you right now, Piggy?
November 23, 2025 at 8:03 PM
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we are the sons of the hamburgers you could not help
October 13, 2025 at 8:14 PM
"When I think back on my childhood, not much appears but the house itself, the furniture and its arrangements, the change of seasons in the backyard. There are no faces on people, only their shadows slipping out of sight as they leave the room."
November 21, 2025 at 12:41 AM
"The moral of that story, I think, is that being poor will kill you."
November 13, 2025 at 6:28 PM
“Of course, the brain is the result of millions of years of evolution—itself a sort of training data.”
November 12, 2025 at 2:12 AM
"Her closet, her room, her house could not contain the blood gushing from that violin."
November 7, 2025 at 5:38 PM
“[W]hat made Kant revolutionary was his contention that to understand anything—science, justice, freedom, God—we first have to understand ourselves.”
October 31, 2025 at 6:34 AM
"Everyone in New York had opinions. Opinions were demanded in return."
September 22, 2025 at 1:34 AM
"I've lived my entire life as in a theater, always gazing glumly at the exit."
September 18, 2025 at 10:58 PM
“George Bernard Shaw, no fan of Marlowe, labelled him a ‘blank-verse beast,’ but what Shaw intended as calumny I read as fitting praise.”
September 10, 2025 at 6:59 AM
“But the opposite of faith isn’t doubt,’ he continued. ‘The opposite of faith is certainty.”
August 31, 2025 at 6:40 AM
“Statistics could neither comfort nor derail her.”
August 20, 2025 at 3:25 AM
“But what came after finality? Is there anything capable of following it?”
August 20, 2025 at 1:08 AM
"The mystery of madness hangs over the world like a cry at night."
June 10, 2025 at 10:03 PM
“When everything is poetry I know I am unwell.”
June 9, 2025 at 9:54 PM
"Glitter exists so that glitter can be put on things that do not have glitter on them."
June 2, 2025 at 10:24 PM
"The pace of the conversation was brisk, the threshold for entry high. You had to be careful with the prosecco."
May 30, 2025 at 11:12 PM
“The curves of callousness and stupidity intersect at their respective maxima.”
April 8, 2025 at 7:14 AM
“In conversation, he is sincere and thoughtful, with the open, generous demeanor more typical of someone who has recently taken a heroic dose of mushrooms.”
March 31, 2025 at 6:11 AM
"Because galaxies are mostly empty space, they will pass through each other like ghosts."
March 28, 2025 at 7:05 PM
“Birth is intense. I would way rather be at a death than be at a birth.”
March 18, 2025 at 3:57 AM
“Every night, the moon rose from here, and fell, and shattered. And then built itself back up again.”
March 7, 2025 at 8:49 PM
“Mostly she is just there. Mostly she is just mother to us and she is in rooms the way chairs and tables are.”
January 29, 2025 at 2:28 AM
“On the thirteenth-century tomb of Eleanor of Aquitaine, she is shown wide awake and reading, while her dull and kingly husband sleeps for all eternity.”
January 26, 2025 at 10:05 AM