Not many follicles among the oracles.
We have all heard of these things before. The love letter arriving as the teacup falls. The guitar striking up as the last breath sounds out. I don't attribute it to God or to sentiment. Perhaps it's...
Once we had filled each other with desire, not remembrance.
I could tell from Anna's face that she had already told him about dancing in Saint Petersburg and that the memory weighed on her heavily. What monstrous things, our pasts, especially when they have be...
He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.
A good novel can be a doorstop to despair.
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 at once, twice, three times.
She lasted three months, then passed on a September day when everything seemed split open with sunlight.
Literature can remind us that not all life is already written down: there are still so many stories to be told.
The further away we got from 9/11, the more I wanted to find some way to recover. I wanted to talk about the more anonymous corners of the city, because I think it's very important that not all of tha...
There was something of the beautiful failure about her.
It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.
I gave them all the truth and none of the honesty.
He says to us something about being hungry and how he met his wife when he was hungry and then they crossed some border together into Austria and then she died.
But being rational about it didn't cure it.
همهٔ مردها میخواهند روسپیها را نجات بدهند. حقیقتی انکارناپذیر است. از من میپرسی این خودش بیماری است.
Nobody falls halfway
It's strange but as I grow older, I find myself developing more optimism. I keep inching toward the point where I believe that it's more difficult to have hope than it is to embrace cynicism. In the d...
The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.
The conspiracy of women. We are in it together, make no mistake.