He caught a glimpse in the mirror the other day, and how in tarnation did I acquire the face of my father’s father?
Back home, he sleeps in Clarence’s bed. Then he moves across and arranges the pillows beside the ghost of his wife. All three of them lie down together. The pulse of Louis Armstrong sounds out from th...
چگونه است که گذشته دور انباشته از شخصیتهاست درحالیکه زمان حال اینقدر متزلزل و بیروح است؟
تمام جنگها، هر جنگی، حماقت بیحدومرز انسان را میرساند.
Wenn wir gehen, nehmen wir unsere Heimat mit.
There was something of the beautiful failure about her.
The ticking was gone from my mind and all was quiet everywhere in the world and I held the curtain like I held the sound of the bullets going into the draft horse, his favourite, in the barn, one two...
The mailman carried around huge bags of gloom.
That’s what sons do: write to their mothers about recall, tell themselves about the past until they come to realize that they are the past.
That he'd see the light and it'd still be in a tunnel.
Sometimes we just walk into something that is not for us at all. We pretend it is. We think we can shrug it off like a coat, but it's not a coat at all, it's more like another skin. [...] All I wanted...
Recklessness and freedom - how did they become a cocktail?
Nobody falls halfway
Let this be a lesson to us all, said the preacher. You will be walking someday in the dark and the truth will come shining through, and behind you will be a life that you never want to see again.
It was the dilemma of the watchers: they didn't want to wait around for nothing at all, some idiot standing on the precipice of the towers, but they didn't want to miss the moment either, if he slippe...
It (NY) was like the city that Lot left behind and it would dissolve if it ever began looking backward over its own shoulder. Two pillars of salt. Long Island and New Jersey.
I'm only telling you on the truth, he said. If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it.
I gave them all the truth and none of the honesty.
His body, his mind, his soul, had, for years, served only for the profit of others. He had his own people to whom he was pledged. Three million. They were the currency of his freedom.
He's at ease, his body sculpted to the music, his shoulder searching the other shoulder, his right toe knowing the left knee, the height, the depth, the form, the control, the twist of his wrist, the...