В твоих глазах я вижу отблеск своих озарений. Кто мой долгожданный гость?

When I studied architecture, for a longest time I remained passive and didn't do or make anything at all—except observations. It always seemed to me that any house is so much more than walls, a hearth, and a roof!

Peter Stamatin: "Seems like my beloved soul was unlikely to find a permanent shelter on this earth." Bachelor: "The eternal curse of dreamers like you and I..."

Everything is connected. Woven together, it forms a pattern in the great design. A human weaver who makes new connections cannot be ended by death.

I woke in the empty lot and I thought I was dead. I thought I was in purgatory, maybe, even though I don’t believe in an afterlife. But it was quiet and so empty … so I waited there, afraid to leave, afraid there might be some reason I was meant to be there.

Read me your scripture and I will twist it.

"How does distance look?" is a simple direct question. It extends from a spaceless within to the edge of what can be loved. It depends on light.

Act I, Act II, Act III, Act IV... and suddenly, a coda. Something's wrong. I'm in the Theatre again. Why? What does it mean for me?

Let’s say the Devil is played by two men. Dark hair, green eyes, white teeth, pink tongues—they’re twins.

This isn't a town, it's an honest-to-God minotaur. A chimera. And chimeras have remarkably short lifespans and bad health. Can you breed a snake and a crane? You can, yes. But the progeny won't live long.

So I am you! The furnace of this catastrophe has molded me, my brother, and you into a single person... The fire of war has molded us into a threefold bullet. It's natural. We are one. The three sides of a single process.

I saw this vision of the tower driven into the earth in vast and intricate detail as we all stood there, and, looking back, I mark it as the first irrational thought I had once we had reached our destination.

All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago. I live in someone else's future.

Birds fly free, escaping their grasp.

However, it didn't go well with the sodomite meeting that evening, so Daniel reflected on the meaning of life, immortality, and buying new shoes, methodically pouring cognac into himself.

"You didn’t kill my friends, did you? It wasn’t you. Why are you here?" "I am taking punishment because my responsibility has finally caught up to me. Because it’s the decent human thing to do. Is that a good enough answer for you, old boy?"

Living as a shadow Legible only as a simile

And Caesar said, "Cato, I resent you for your death, for you denied me the chance to spare you."

Whitby had failed some fundamental test, had crossed some Rubicon and now sat there, jaw oddly elongated as he tried to get words out, alone, beyond Control’s help.

"Unless the Polyhedron can puncture this place, we can't get back. But we'd need Simon and Dankovsky for that. And they won't know to scale this high-- or dig this low-- if we don't tell them. But we can't." "Wait-- but I'm not dead." Andrey said. "I'm not."