I look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved
He saw things he had no words for.
Every minute of his life since then has been marked by her absence, every action has lacked dimension because she is not there to measure againts.
Elspeth stood in the sun, letting it pour through her, watching the Kitten sleep. I want you. Elspeth felt depressed. She had never thought of herself as someone who would kill a beautiful white kitte...
Each of them warmed to the sound of the other's voice. They lay in the dark together, in distant cities, each of them thinking, We were lucky this time. And they pressed their phones closer to their e...
Dažreiz es priecājos, kad Henrijs ir prom, bet, kad viņš atgriežas, es priecājos vienmēr.
Clare snores, quiet animal snores that feel like bulldozers running through my head. I want my own bed, in my own apartment. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is w...
But then I feel guilty for wanting to avoid the sadness; dead people need us to remember them, even if it eats us, even if all we can do is say until it is as meaningless as air.
And Clare, always Clare.
Ali ti znaš: znaš da bih ostao da sam mogao, da sam mogao nastaviti živjeti, znaš da bih se čvrsto držao za svaku sekundu: što god to bilo, ta smrt, znaš da je došlo i odnijelo me poput djeteta koje o...
A me le cose sembrano troppo casuali e prive di significato perché Dio possa esistere davvero.
There is a noticeable strain. It is as though somewhere, in one of the more remote rooms of the house, a cease-fire has been signed, and now all the parties are endeavoring to honor it, at least until...
Hy should free will be limited to right and wrong? I mean, you just decided, of your own free will, to take off your shoes. It doesn't matter, nobody cares if you wear shoes or not, and it's not sinfu...
You see, resumed Laura, I really have some grounds for supposing that my next incarnation will be in a lower organism. I shall be an animal of some kind. On the other hand, I haven’t been a bad sort i...
This spirit, this feeling that things aren't right and, in fact, things are so wrong than the only thing we can do is say Fuck It, over and over again, really loud until someone stops us.
That's what alcoholics do. It's in their job description: fall apart and then keep falling apart.
Sometimes a thing is--too much--and it has to be put away.
He would say her name over and over until it devolved into meaningless sounds - mah REI kuh, mah REI kuh - it became an entry in a dictionary of loneliness.
And Clare, always Clare. Clare in the morning all sleepy and crumple-faced. Clare with her arms plunging into the papermaking vat, pulling up the mold and shaking it so, and so, to meld the fibers. Cl...
And I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him- Clare