The engagement ring is an emerald, and the dim light from the window is refracted green and white in it. The rings are silver, and they need cleaning. They need wearing, and I know just the girl to we...
The compelling thing about making art—or making anything, I suppose—is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid , a thing, a substance in a world of substances. Circe, Nimbue,...
The compelling thing about making art - or making anything, I suppose - is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid there, a thing, a substance in a world of substances.
Sometimes a thing is---too much---and it has to be isolated put away.
Percibo una sola tarde como si fuera un día entero; un viaje en el metro puede suponer una travesía épica. Hoy es interminable. He pasado casi todo el día sin pensar [...], o al menos sin pensar demas...
Outside it's a perfect spring night. We stand on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building, and Henry takes my hand, and I look at him, and I raise our joined hands and Henry twirls me around an...
My head is throbbing. I need coffee. Leaving the marbled papers in a state of controlled chaos, I walk through the office and past the page's desk in the Reading Room. I am halted by Isabelle's voice...
Los halagos no significan nada para ella, no cree en ellos.Solo las críticas arrancan un rubor a sus mejillas y atraen su atención. Si yo le dijera algo despectivo, ella siempre lo recordaría.
It wasn't quite raining, but it wasn't exactly not raining either. She heard the driver squelching along the path behind her.
In the past, we can only do what we did, and we can only be there if we were there.
I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air and...
I won't ever leave you, she says. Even though you're always leaving me.But I never want to leave you.
I look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved
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.
Eu me lembro, eu me lembro. Acordei de manhã e foi tudo um sonho maravilhoso. Mamãe riu, dizendo que viagem no tempo parecia ser uma coisa divertida e que queria tentar também.Essa foi a primeira vez.
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...
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...
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.
The space that I can call mine.. is so small that my ideas have become small. I am like a caterpillar in a cocoon of paper; all around me are sketches for sculptures, small drawings that seem like mot...