Raising her voice above the noise, Martha said: ‘What’s that stink?’ Tom smiled. She had not been in a town for a couple of years. ‘That’s the smell of people,’ he told her.
“Some things simply were too true to stay. Some merely came to visit for a while.”
― The Slow Regard of Silent Things
― The Slow Regard of Silent Things
“But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.”
― The Slow Regard of Silent Things
― The Slow Regard of Silent Things
“For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!”
― Richard II
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!”
― Richard II
“I miss everyone. I can remember being young and feeling a thing and identifying it as homesickness, and then thinking well now that’s odd, isn’t it, because I was home, all the time. What on earth are we to make of that?”
― The Broom of the System
― The Broom of the System
“There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.”
― The Broom of the System
― The Broom of the System
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