There is a fifth dimension beyond those known to man. It is a dimension vast as space and timeless as infinity. It is the middle g...round between light and shadow, between the pit of his fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area called the Twilight ZoneLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black ...as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl, his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life..., which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Every woman is like a time zone. She is a nocturnal fragment of your journey. She brings you unflaggingly closer to the next night....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the range of things toddlers have to learn and endlessly review--why you can't put bottles with certain labels in your mouth, w...hy you have to sit on the potty, why you can't take whatever you want in the store, why you don't hit your friends--by the time we got to why you can't drop your peas, well, I was dropping a few myself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend b...ecomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,... In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...what a thing it is to lie there all day in the fine breeze, with the pine needles dropping on one, only to return to the hotel ...at night so hungry that the dinner, however homely, is a fete, and the menu finer reading than the best poetry in the world! Yet we are to leave all this for the glare and blaze of Nice and Monte Carlo; which is proof enough that one cannot become really acclimated to happiness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »