Tag: salman_rushdie

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

As for the old, they had rites of their own