A gilded bronze figure of the Dharmapāla Yamari or (after von Schroeder 1981) Rakta-Yamantaka (ie Rakta [red]-Yamari [enemy of Yama]); in yab-yum mode
Tibet, 17th Century
The British Museum
A gilded bronze figure of the Dharmapāla Yamari or (after von Schroeder 1981) Rakta-Yamantaka (ie Rakta [red]-Yamari [enemy of Yama]); in yab-yum mode
Tibet, 17th Century
The British Museum
Somewhere we existGod Almighty! She was unutterably lovely. Her beauty stung him. He sat there, her scorpion’s caress paralyzing him with rapture, her venom warming his blood. Who on earth was this girl?
— Marc Behm
I didn’t believe her life was in danger, but with a beautiful, naked girl beside you, dripping water and banging you over the head, you do what she says, if for no other reason than to make her shut up.
— James M. Cain
She did lead him to her chamber instantly and did there refuse him naught of all he was fain to have of her.
— Anatole France
Then, very slowly, Susan moved her right hand and let it trail down his body. He felt the grasp of her hand; its hot palm and fingers were hungry and questing.
— Malcolm Corris
It was as if she wanted to claw and chew me open and crawl inside of me, and if you think that’s bad, take my word for it, it’s good.
— Elliott Chaze
This is the Shakti or Divine Grace by which the transcendental Supreme is active in the infinite world. It is typified as His bride, and though distinct from Him is connected with Him in samavaya union as e.g. the part with the whole.
— L.D. Barnett
The apparently fundamental separation between the real and the ideal is but tentative and provisional, a moment in a process.
— T.S. Eliot
It all started as an experiment. I held the blunt, unarticulated belief that meaning and transcendence could be shaken from the world, like unripe fruit from a tree; then consumed.
— Elizabeth Hand
Hey, I found this in a book at the library sale — if it’s yours — tough luck!He showed me the record cover. The Ramones. They looked like four white dirtbags who should have their hands against the wall and their legs spread out.
Look at this album. They dress like degenerates and name their songs “Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue?” There’s no socially redeeming value to it.
— from One Red Bastard by Ed Lin.