“The rains are rhythmic, coming religiously in the afternoons (after lunch has been eaten but before tea, so that the nights are washed clean-black with bright pinpoints of silver starlight hanging over a restless, grateful earth).” Has BeensEarthNightBlackRainGratefulCleanTeaSilverLunchAfternoonRestlessStarlight Book:Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight: Picador Classic Source: Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight: Picador Classic
“I don't think we have all the words in a single vocabulary to explain what we are or why we are. I don't think we have the range of emotion to fully feel what someone else is feeling. I don't think any of us can sit in judgment of another human being. We're incomplete creatures, barely scraping by. Is it possible--from the perspective of this quickly spinning Earth and our speedy journey from crib to coffin--to know the difference between right, wrong, good, and evil? I don't know if it's even useful to try.” IfsThinkingKnowsFeelsTryingHumansFeelingsEarthEvilDifferencesHuman BeingsEmotionJourneyPerspectiveCreaturesJudgmentRangeGood And EvilVocabularySpinningIncompleteCoffinsScrapingRange Of Emotions Author:Alexandra Fuller
