I would have seen flaws in this, later in my life. I would have felt the impatience, even suspicion, a woman can feel towards a man who lacks a motive. Who has only friendship to offer and offers that...
I saw how the forms of love might be maintained with a condemned person but with the love in fact measured and disciplined, because you have to survive. It could be done so discreetly that the object...
Everybody said to me back home, what do you want to go to Alaska for, and I said, because I've never been there, isn't that a good enough reason?
Dorothy, said my mother, shifting gears with an angry little spurt, and we cleared the top of the hill,
You think that would have changed things?The answer is of course, and for a while, and never.
Una volta ragazze e ragazzi cercavano in ogni modo di apparire donne e uomini fatti, spesso con risultati ridicoli. Ora invece c’erano uomini e donne che cercavano di sembrare ragazzini finché, presum...
The problem, the only problem, is my mother. And she is the one of course that I am trying to get; it is to reach her that this whole journey has been undertaken. With what purpose? To mark her off, t...
The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.
So it wasn’t Peggy I was interested in, not her tears, her crumpled looks. She reminded me too much of myself. It was her comforters I marvelled at. How they seemed to bow down and declare themselves...
She would live now, not read.
In all my years in the town, I encountered no one who was divorced, and so it may be taken for granted that there were other couples living separate lives in one house, other men and women who had acc...
I was young, there seemed to be never a childbirth, or a burst appendix, or any other drastic physical event that did not occur simultaneously with a snowstorm.
I was thinking about changing into a different sort of person than the one I am. I do think about that. I read a book called The Art of Loving. A lot of things seemed clear while I was reading it but...
Her father was outraged. Now you sell your stories, how soon before you will sell yourself?
He said that we had just had an argument, what more did I want?It was too polite, I said.
Detestaba la palabra «evasión» aplicada a la ficción. Podría haber argumentado, y no solo por llevar la contraria, que la evasión era la vida real.
Demasiada felicidad
Chorar também nem faz mal, sabe, desde que você não passe a vida inteira chorando.
Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.
As I walked into Jubilee I repossessed the world. Trees, houses, fences, streets, cambe back to me, in their own sober and familiar shapes. Unconnected to the life of love, uncolored by love, the worl...