She remembered the tale she had told to herself of the young woman carrying the packet containing the deaths of Pete and Petey, the young woman walking endlessly in grim weather across the moors, with...
Ти коя си?Тук на най-високата полицааз стоя затворена, смаленав покрита с паяжини стъкленица,като древен прилеп изсушена.А каква била си?Златоликият бог ме разпалваше,пеех с крясъци, всъщност пищях,та...
She looked, quickly, quickly, it was better than before, thanked him and averted her eyes. She came to trust him with her disintegration.
Julian occasionally thought that enjoying oneself was a very strenuous occupation.
It is in the nature of the human frame to tire. Fortunately. Let us collude with necessity. Let us play with it.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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’s Proserpine had been seen as a Victorian reflection of religious doubt, a meditation on the myths of resurrection. Lord Leighton had painted her, distraught and floating, a golden...
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...
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.
Harm can come about without will or action. But will and action can avert harm.
For my true thoughts have spent more time in your company than in anyone else's, these last two or three months, and where my thoughts are, there am I, in truth.
But I cannot love her as I did, because she is not open, because she withholds what matters, because she makes me, with her pride or her madness, live a lie.
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.
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...