Depending upon one another’s hearts, ye had still hoped that virtue were not all a dream. Now are ye undeceived.
On those occasions when he had killed in the dark, he later needed to see his victims’ faces because, in
Then after a long time Annie wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was a big girl and I was so
In fact her maturity and blood kinship converted her passion to fever, so it was more affliction than affection. It
You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I’ll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes.
crawling up into daddy’s lap when dad was still DADDY nodding my head against his chest soaking in the comfort
Siddhartha has one single goal-to become empty, to become empty of thirst, desire, dreams, pleasure and sorrow-to let the Self
I held the feeling in my heart; the urge to discuss it died out. There was all the time in
Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of
What is an adventure? That depends on where you are starting from. Little girls in your country, they hide in