The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed. - C. G. Jung
It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes... Continue Reading →
The nurse lifted up the infant as its tiny lungs pushed the air out, releasing the first of a thousand cries it would utter in its captive life. “This one’s perfect too.” The doctor said. “It’s exactly like the others.” “How many more?” the nurse said. “That’s the beauty of cloning…as many as I like.”
"How did you and Daddy meet?" The little girl asked. "At a country dance; it was in a barn. Sawdust and hay were everywhere and I got dust in my eyes." "I don't understand, Mummy. What does that have to do with it?" "He only came over because he thought I was winking at him."
As I sat at Waverley Station this evening, a thought occurred to me. You could find so much conflict in a train station, and what is a story without conflict? There are so many people milling about, rushing from point A to point B that it is inevitable that they will run into trouble sooner... Continue Reading →
Imagination and fiction make up more than three quarters of our real life. - Simone Weil