He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.
He has heard once that a man knows where he is from when he knows where he would like to be buried.
Goodness is more difficult than evil. Evil men knew that more than good men. That's why they became evil. That's why it stuck with them. Evil was for those who could never reach the truth. It was a ma...
Everything was fabulous, even our breakdowns.
Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was non ov those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.
Claire wants to say: Well, I'd say fuck too, if I were me. I'd say it backward and forward and around the block, fuck this and fuck that and fuck it all once, twice, three times. But all she does is s...
Bits of it floating in the air, he said. It's like dust. You walk about and don't see it, don't notice it, but it's there and it's all coming down, covering everything. You're breathing it in. You tou...
Besides, I loved the sound of the gallop. On mornings, before the races, I would walk down among the stalls and breathe in all the scents of the hay and the soap and the saddle leather.
At the end of the letter he said, Fuck you, you heartless bitch, you rolled up my heart and squeezed it dry. Still, when I recalled him I would always see him waiting for me under the silver high scho...
A domino line of laughter, but with an edge to it, a longing, an awe, and many of the watchers realized with a shiver that no matter what they said, they really wanted to witness a great fall, see som...
باید بنویسد، این مشکلی است که در سنین بالا پیش میآید، احساس را به خاطر می آورید، اما تاریخ را نه. اگر تاریخ را پیدا کنید، احساس را از دست خواهید داد.
Надникна към пълната чаша и попита да не би нещо да не е наред.- Просто не съм в настроение.Погледна ме, като че ли беше много вероятно да съм извънземна. Не пие кафе? Обадете се в Агенцията за антиам...
You're manic-depressive and you're manic-depressive too and you, you're definitely manic-depressive, girl. And you over there in the corner, you're just plain fucking depressive.
What monstrous things, our pasts, especially when they have been lovely.
What happened then was that, for an instant, almost nothing happened. He wasn't even there. Failure didn't even cross his mind. It felt like a sort of floating. He could have been in the meadow. His b...
There’s nothing so absurd that you can’t find at least one person to buy it.
Then the clouds curtsy in, the rain kneels upon the land, and the weather knocks them back a whole day and a half.
The watchers below pulled their breath in all at once. The air suddenly felt shared. The man above was a word they seemed to know, though they had not heard it before.
The essence of intelligence was to know when, or if, to expose even the heart's deep need for instruction.
The elaborate search for a word, like the turning of a chain handle on a well. Dropping the bucket down the mineshaft of the mind. Taking up empty bucket after empty bucket until, finally, at an unexp...