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 »
The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready;... The shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes thick and bloody; But it's no the roar o' sea or shore Wad mak me langer wish to tarry; Nor shout o' war that's heard afar, Its leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry.... You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead-- There were no birds to fly.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Television's perfect. You turn a few knobs, a few of those mechanical adjustments at which the higher apes are so proficient, and ...lean back and drain your mind of all thought. And there you are watching the bubbles in the primeval ooze. You don't have to concentrate. You don't have to react. You don't have to remember. You don't miss your brain because you don't need it. Your heart and liver and lungs continue to function normally. Apart from that, all is peace and quiet. You are in the man's nirvana. And if some poor nasty minded person comes along and says you look like a fly on a can of garbage, pay him no mind. He probably hasn't got the price of a televion set.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Joys as winged dreams fly fast, Why should sadness longer last?... Grief is but a wound to woe; Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Bonnie Lee: Oh, it's the most wonderful thing I've ever seen. Geoff Carter [sarcastically]: Yes, it reminded you of a great b...ig, beautiful bird, didn't it? Bonnie: No, it didn't at all. That's why it's so wonderful. It's really a flying human being. Geoff: Well, you're right about one thing. A bird'd have too much sense to fly in that kind of muck.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more th...an the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now I hold Creation in my foot ... Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly-- I kill where I please because it is all mine. There is no sophistry in my body: My manners are tearing off heads--
Do but consider this small dust, here running in the glass, By atoms moved.... Could you believe that this the body was Of one that loved? And in his mistress' flame playing like a fly, Turned to cinders by her eye? Yes, and in death as life unblest, To have't expressed, Even ashes of lovers find no rest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Just like those other black holes from outer space, Hollywood is postmodern to this extent: it has no center, only a spreading dea...d zone of exhaustion, inertia, and brilliant decay.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »