aclassicalmess's Reviews (165)

The wintry sun set, and the air was so clear that it seemed to burnish the stars.

I want to take my rightful share of life by force, I want to give lavishly, I want love to flow from my heart, to ripen and bear fruit. There are many horizons that must be visited, fruit that must be plucked, books read, and white pages in the scrolls of life to be inscribed with vivid sentences in a bold hand.

The robot’s programming stopped her from being violent, but nothing stopped her from being annoying.

Even if I really came from people who were behaving like monkeys in trees, it was better to be that than what happened to me, what I became after I met you.

He was a book, and he was holding his final pages, and he wanted to get to the end to find out how it went, and he didn’t want it to be over.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. 

As if the boys laughing, but they only laughing because they fraid to cry, they only laughing because to think so much about everything would be a big calamity - like how he here now, the thoughts so heavy like he unable to move his body.

At its very core, the story of Jack the Ripper, is a narrative of a killer’s deep, abiding hatred of women, and our cultural obsession with the mythology only serves to normalize its particular brand of misogyny.