When you're in zero gravity everything moves at the same speed and nothing stops it. If you throw something it travels forever but it still travels at the speed you threw it at. To make it plausible, movies have chosen to show it in slow motion.
A baby is expected. A trip is expected. News is expected. Forgetfulness is expected. An invitation is expected. Hope is expected. But memories are not expected. They just come.
Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes.
what I love is slowness. Slow people, slow reading, slow traveling, slow eggs, and slow love. Everything good comes slow.
What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
Chain-mail isn't much defence against an arrow. It certainly isn't when the arrow is being aimed between your eyes.
Time's arrow, we are told, is a one-way thing. . . Memory's arrow, like the needle of a compass too close to a lodestone, spins in all directions.
Truth can hardly be expected to adapt herself to the crooked policy and wily sinuosities of worldly affairs; for truth, like light, travels only in straight lines.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and filled myself up with the breeze from the valley. Then I let it out slow so it could get back to its travels, with a little bit of me added to it.
One travels to escape from it all, but that is the great illusion: It cannot be done, since one travels with one's mind.
Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.
He travels fastest who travels alone, and that goes double for she. Real feminism is spinsterhood.
It may be true that he travels farthest who travels alone, but the goal thus reached is not worth reaching.
I play with toys. I have one plane that travels with me. It travels with the equipment.
I longed to return to that bloody riverbank, to throw myself in the path of the final arrow, to die ignorant, and so, in love. Better to be killed by an arrow than by the words of the one I most trusted.