The hundred thousand martyrs of logic
Talk about death like a boy, smell about death like a boy, like mildew and Axe.
I am fish-aged, the age of a fish aging in the Age of Fishes.
Gymnosophists in space!
Don’t make comparisons.
Keeping your opinions to yourself is the first step to getting rid of them entirely.
Agave bore his head in triumph in the delusion that it was that of a lion.
Leucippe, Arsippe, and Alcithoë, the daughters of Minyas, out of love for their husbands, held themselves aloof from the orgiastic rites of Dionysus and attended to their weaving and to punish their obstinacy, the god brought madness upon the sisters, so that they tore to pieces the son of Leucippe; in consequence of which deed of blood they were pursued by the Maenads.
From the feet up the crown of the head steals the spasm, the stab of Frenzy, aye, the scorpionÛªs sting.
My favorite food ever is one specific blueberry. I just ate it and now I will never have my favorite food again and I can’t stop crying.