I was to be buried inside my own creation, the better to keep its secrets. I will not tell you more, for your sake. But if you ask, I will answer.

I was to be buried inside my own creation, the better to keep its secrets. I will not tell you more, for your sake. But if you ask, I will answer.

She was beautiful, in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful to those who notice them.

Woe to he who checkmates his opponents at last, only to discover they have been playing cribbage.

Could a dream kill a man? Could it strangle him where he sat sleeping?

If you are not setting a trap, then you are probably walking into one. It is the mark of the master to do both at once.

The world is unkind to the shoeless and frolicsome.