In the nineteenth century, The Romantics viewed Nature as benign, a glowing reflection of God's grace. Now we know better. Nature is brutal and, if it is feminine, she's not the kind of woman you can trust. Human beings may be her finest achievement yet, but when you get right down to brass tacks, we're meat. AIDS and organisms like streptococcus don't give a crap that we subdued the earth or produced a Shakespeare...
Rick YanceyMots clés humor philosophy dogs mystery detective
Just because a man is a homicidal maniac doesn't make him wrong.
Rick YanceyEngland is home to one of the most unattractive people on earth!" He glared at Walker. "You are the perfect example.
Rick YanceyThe doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.
Rick YanceyThere are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall.
Rick YanceyMots clés monstrumologist curse-of-the-wendigo
The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long.
Rick YanceyMots clés stars monstrumologist rick-yancey curse-of-the-wendigo
I was woefully ignorant in the social graces. I was being raised, after all, by Pellinore Warthrop.
Rick YanceyHis were the eyes of one who had seen too much suffering to take suffering too seriously.
Rick YanceyIn the name of all that is holy, tell me why God felt the need to make a hell. It seems so redundant.
Rick YanceyNein, Will Henry, unser Feind ist die Furcht. Blindmachende, verstandtötende Furcht. Furcht zerstört die Wahrheit und vergiftet jede Klarheit, womit sie uns zu falschen Annahmen und irrationalen Schlussfolgerungen führt.
Rick YanceyMots clés fear german furcht page-53
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