Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened closely: the gentle sigh of an idea unbound.

Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened closely: the gentle sigh of an idea unbound.

Stay in these rooms for years and years, live on forever in a glorious museum.

Kate Bernheimer's fiction offers a unique and delicate gift, the tempting mirage of a grace that constantly escapes. The Complete Tales of Merry Gold is an exceptional, lovely book, beautifully enigmatic, speaking a language that mysteriously evokes the unspoken.

Suffering itself is beloved: love and suffering are far closer to each other than love and pleasure.

We're so many, we're so hard to distinguish from each other, but we long to be distinguished.

The gun is mightier than the pen, was our true opinion, and the RPG is mightier still.