He's mourning for his lost world. But this is one of the most beguiling music worlds he's ever created - the sound of Robert Smith raging against the darkness and refusing to quit.
#SundaySentence from @robshef's Rolling Stone review of The Cure's Songs of a Lost World.
@blacklionking73 Wylding Hall, Elizabeth Hand
Scorched Grace, Margot Douaihy
Clare Dewitt and the City of the Dead, Sara Gran
A Judgement in Stone, Ruth Rendell
"Like the invisible magic that governs this wild city, the rain ties heaven to Hades. And vice versa."
#SundaySentence from Scorched Grace by Margot Douaihy
But I have done with expecting any course of steady reading from Emma. She will never submit to any thing requiring industry and patience, and a subjection of the fancy to the understanding.
Describes me this week.
#SundaySentence from Emma (beautifully edited by @S_Insley_H)
One does not deceive oneself about the consequences of one's acts; one deceives oneself about the ease with which one can live with those consequences.
JOHN WILLIAMS, Augustus #SundaySentence
A dumped goldfish has no model for what a different and better life might look like, but it finds it anyway.
#SundaySentence from How Far the Light Reaches: A Life in Ten Sea Creatures by Sabrina Imbler
And there was a gap between _early twenties_ and _late twenties_ that only people existing in bodies in their _late twenties_ understood. You could still fight god, but you’d have to ice your knees afterward.
#SundaySentence from The Seven Year Slip by Ashley Poston
There are many kinds of love, and not all of them are built to last past the span of one romance novel, let alone a thousand years.
#SundaySentence from The Book of Love, Kelly Link
One thing I’ve learned in a thousand moons: if it smells like bullshit, don’t swallow it.
#SundaySentence from The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida by Shehan Karunatilaka
‘Keep calm’ is just another order like ‘Shoot that man’ or Delete the rest.’ We carry on.
#SundaySentence from The Ministry of Time by Kaliane Bradley.
I do not waste time or language on our enemies, beloveds. But if I ever did, I would tell them that there is a river between what they see and what they know. And they don’t have the heart to cross it.
#SundaySentence or three from Hanif Abdurraqib’s There’s Always This Year
Maybe I can put it this way: my father was a computer and my mother was a typewriter.
#SundaySentence from the story My Documents, in the collection of the same name, by Alejandro Zambra