salman_rushdie – blackandwhiteandcolours

Argument itself being a tool to improve the mind

To the arguments of great thinkers there is no end

History is unkind to those it abandons

He smiled his sad, crooked smile

A true man faces the consequences of his actions

It’s how things are

Hold my head while you’re filling it with your lies

There was a deep, sad wound in him

Tell me a story

There are still too many mysteries around you

‘You will protect me,’ she said. ‘With my life,’ he replied.

There was unquestionably a job vacancy here

Everything he loved was on his doorstep

The darkness did not leave her, but it shuffled to one side

But home was always a troubled, dangerous idea for men

Women are not perfect, one must admit

That night the emperor dreamed of love

I can turn myself at will …

… into a lion

I am a person of strange and varied experience

I have met the king of the fishes and lived in the house of a woman

It was hiding under a fallen branch like a scared animal

All your certainties are being blown away

Could a god, once created, become impossible to destroy?

It was love, or felt like it

Keep your secret. Secrets are for children, and spies

And for sorcerers. And for lovers too. And kings

Is that how a king should be raised?

And so he went and sat looking into space

We are warm, slow, and sensual guys

The points of the compass are like money, which has value only because men say that it does

The universe does not understand up and down