It was at this time that she entirely gave up on reading.The covers of books looked like coffins to her, either shabby or ornate, and what was inside them might as well have been dust.
Isn't it true that all the people I know in the world so far are hardly more than puppets for me, serving the glossy contrivings of my imagination?
I have been incredibly lucky, he said. Lucky in my life. Oh, I know some people would not say so. They'd say I hadn't stuck with anything, or that I hadn't made any money. They'd say I wasted that tim...
I don’t take up the story and follow it as if it were a road, taking me somewhere... I go into it, andmove back and forthand settle here and there, and stay in it for a while. It is more
I don’t take up the story and follow it as if it were a road, taking me somewhere... I go into it, andmove back and forth
I did not understand why Alfrida looked at him with such a fiercely encouraging smile. All of my experience of a woman with men, of a woman listening to her man, hoping and hoping that he will establi...
I despised their antics because I took life seriously and had a much more lofty and tender notion of romance. But I would have liked to get their attention just the same.
How can you get your finger on it, feel that life beating? It was more a torment than a comfort to think about this, because I couldn’t get hold of it at all. I
Her attitude towards sex is very comforting to those of her friends who get into terrible states of passion and jealousy, and feel cut loose from their moorings. She seems to regard sex as a wholesome...
He told her that he had got into acting by way of his religion. His family belonged to some Christian sect Greta had never heard of. This sect was not numerous but very rich, or at least some of them...
He takes up too much room, on the divan and in one's mind. It is simply impossible for me, in his presence, think of anything but him.
He never wanted to be away from her. She had the spark of life.
Forgiveness in families is a mystery to me, how it comes or how it lasts.
And the boat and the dock and the gravel on the shore, the trees sky-pointed or crouching, leaning out over the water, the complicated profile of surrounding islands and dim yet distinct mountains, se...
A los hombres les encantan las rarezas cuando la chica es lo suficientemente bonita
A fight like this was stunning, revealing not just how much he was on the lookout for enemies, but how she too was unable to abandon argument which escalated into rage. Neither of them would back off,...
Lived in curious but not unhappy isolation…subscribing to magazines nobody around them read, listening to programs on the national radio network which nobody around them listened to…
I can't play bridge. I don't play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn't seemed time for. But what there is time for is looking out the window.
This is not a story, only life.
The final four works are not quite stories. They form a separate unit, one that is autobiographical in feeling, though not, sometimes, entirely so in fact. I believe they are the first and last - and...