It struck me that distant cities are designed precisely so you can know where you came from.
One look at each other and it was immediately understood that they both needed a clean slate,,, The obliteration of memory.
We have always absorbed our own disintegration.
She wanted to tell him so much, on the tarmac, the day he left. The world is run by brutal men and the surest proof is their armies. If they ask you to stand still, you should dance. If they ask you t...
Our father came to sleep in our house that night. He carried a small suitcase with a black mourning suit and a pair of polished shoes. Corrigan stopped him as he made his way up the stairs. 'Where d'y...
I had enough electricity in my booty to jump-start the whole of New York City.
How very odd it is to be abandoned by language, how the future demands what should have been asked in the past, how words can escape us with such ease, and we are left, then, only with the pursuit.
Not many follicles among the oracles.
Death by drowning, death by snakebite ... death by memory loss, death by claymore ... death by paper cuts, death by whoreknife, death by poker game ... death by authority, death by isolation, death by...
Words are good for saying what things are, but sometimes they don't function for what things aren't.
We stumble on, thinks Jaslyn, bring a little noise into the silence, find in others the ongoing of ourselves. It is almost enough.
Was there not wage slavery? Were there not the chains of financial oppression?
The river is not where it begins or ends, but right in the middle point, anchored by what has happened and what is to arrive.
She’s always thought that one of the beauties of New York is that you can be from anywhere and within moments of landing it is yours.
If you are wise you step through the darkness only one foot at a time.
He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.
A good novel can be a doorstop to despair.
مراسم تدفین بهمثابه یکی از شاخصههای زندگی است، ملاکی برای تشخیص اینکه یک نفر چطور زندگی کرده است.
فرزند همیشه کودک نمیماند اما مادر همیشه مادر است.
Спомняме си простичките неща. Спотайват се скрити под ребрата, а после внезапно се протягат и усукват сърцето на възел.