I do love you, my Florence. Will you always be so sensible?No. I quite expect to become very silly as I grow older. Everyone seems to.
For Ann, aged two in 1903, a year was half a lifetime. She did not expect the second winter, and then, when it came, vaguely assumed it was eternal, until spring came, and summer came, and she underst...
A man may be in as just possession of truth as of a City, and yet be forced to surrender it - this was the wise saying of Sir Thomas Browne.
You wrote something easily in youth, and later you came to see how difficult it all was.
There was a moment during this time, when his face was on hers, cheek on cheek, brow on brow, heavy skull on skull, through soft skin and softer flesh. He thought: skulls separate people. In this one...
She looked, quickly, quickly, it was better than before, thanked him and averted her eyes. She came to trust him with her disintegration.
Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.
On the first occasion Mrs Papagay had met her, there had been a discussion of the process of grief, and Mrs Jesse had nodded sagely, I know that. I have felt that,' like a kind of tragic chorus. 'I ha...
Julian occasionally thought that enjoying oneself was a very strenuous occupation.
It is good for a man to invite his ghosts into his warm interior, out of the wild night, into the firelight, out of the howling dark.
I think, yes, a man and a woman can be good friends, but it isn't easy for them being as no one else will suppose that that is what they are. And then there's the problem of being different sexes. I t...
Above his head at street level, he saw an angled aileron of a scarlet Porsche, its jaunty fin more or less at the upper edge of his window frame. A pair of very soft, clean glistening black shoes appe...
In almost all stories of promises and prohibitions, the promises and prohibitions carry with them the inevitability of failure, of their own breaking.
Така мина първата от тези дълги странни нощи. Посрещаше го с ожесточена страст, подобна на неговата, и с някакво познание, защото изтръгваше удоволствието си от него, разтваряше се, за да го получи, и...
They did go on so, don't you think, those Victorian poets, they took themselves so horribly seriously?' he said, pushing the lift button, summoning it from the depths. As it creaked up, Blackadder sai...
There was once a poor shoemaker who had three fine strong sons and two pretty daughters and a third who could do nothing well, who shivered plates and tangled her spinning, who curdled milk, could not...
The individual appears for an instant, joins the community of thought, modifies it and dies; but the species, that dies not, reaps the fruit of his ephemeral existence.
Randolph Henry Ash: What is it? My dear?Christabel LaMotte: Ah, how can we bear it?Randolph Henry Ash: Bear what?Christabel LaMotte: This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?Randolph...
Narrative is one of the best intoxicants or tranquilisers.
My Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have. I hesitate to go out. If you opened the little gate, I would not hop away—but oh how I sing in my gold cage.