It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
I hear a muffled sniffling noise and glancing at Claire I am astonished to see that tears are streaming across her face toward her ears. I sit up and lean over her... I smooth her hair, and pull her i...
Henry: How does it feel? How does it feel?Sometimes it feels as though your attention has wandered for just an instant. Then, with a start, you realize that the book you were holding, the red plaid co...
He thanked her and left the house in the mood of a shipwrecked man who has allowed the rescue ship to pass him by.
He is coming, and I am here.
He didn't take care of you; you had to take care of yourself.
Alba, it's okay,' Clare says softly. She looks at me. 'Say the poem about lovers on the carpet.'I blank, and then I remember. I feel self-conscious reciting Rilke in front of all these people, and so...
We're squirrels in human form, she whispered. And so are you.
There's always world enough and time.
I hear a muffled sniffling noise and glancing at Claire I am astonished to see that tears are streaming across her face toward her ears. I sit up and lean over her.
I fell asleep. But later that night I woke up. There was moonlight coming through the window, and shadows of tree branches fell onto the bed, waving gently in the breeze.And then you saw the ghost?Jam...
I don't know what to say to this Clare who is old and young and different from other girls, who knows that different might be hard.
I can appreciate that, says Henry. He’s adding to the list. I look over his shoulder. Sex Pistols, the Clash, Gang of Four, Buzzcocks, Dead Kennedys, X, the Mekons, the Raincoats, the Dead Boys, New O...
Do you worry sometimes that all the really great stuff has already happened?
. .Tell me, Clare: why on earth would a lovely girl like you want to marry Henry?'Everything in the room seems to hold its breath. Henry stiffens but doesn't say anything. I lean forward and smile at...
And to see years all present in your face.
Yes; the poem goes something like this: 'Bamboo without mind, yet sends thoughts soaring among clouds. Standing on the lone mountain, quiet, dignified, it typifies the will of a gentleman. --Painted a...
When we met I was wrecked, blasted, and damned, and I am slowly pulling myself together because I can see that you are a human being and I would like to be one, too.
Viviré en París y no comeré nada que no sea chocolate;además fumaré puros, me inyectaré heroína y solo escucharé a Jimi Hendrix y The Doors.
There are several ways to react to being lost. One is to panic: this was usually Valentina's first impulse. Another is to abandon yourself to lostness, to allow the fact that you've misplaced yourself...