Aaron Bach

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

We have to eat happy eggs from happy chickens.

Our obituary writer is an extreme, pedantic gossip. He gets things wrong, but he gets them in detail.

Taciturn, silent, insensible to the new breath of vitality that was shaking the house, Colonel Aureliano Buendía could understand only that the secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

Of course, we were careful not to throw them too hard, because when two hydrogen atoms are knocked together, click! a deuterium atom might be formed, or even a helium atom, and for the purposes of the game, such atoms were out: what’s more, if one of the two belonged to your opponent, you had to give him an atom of your own to pay him back.

“All people are insane,” he said. “They will do anything at any time, and God help anybody who looks for reasons.”

One summer afternoon Mrs Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupper-ware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had

Do not discount the psychic warmth of the hive.