In their familiarity, they had developed a dislike for each other.
If you think of the world without people it’s about the most perfect thing there ever is. It’s all balanced and shit. But then come the people, and they fuck it up.
I'm only telling you on the truth, he said. If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it.
I have nobody left to whom I can tell the story.
I had always hated Nixon, not just for obvious reasons, but it seemed to me that he had learned not only to destroy what was left behind, but also to poison what was to come.
His theme was happiness—what it is and what it might not have been, where he might find it and where it might have disappeared.
He was not beyond knowing that they thought him - when he first arrived - a quiet patsy. The Arab. The Yank. The Judge. Your Harness. Mohammed. Mahatma. Ahab. Iron Pants. He wasn't interested in playi...
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...
And it strikes her, as she walks, that borders, like hatred, are exaggerated precisely because otherwise they would cease to exist altogether.
I'm not God. --Then find someone who is, man.
میان ابهام و ارزش لحظات حیات رابطهای وجود دارد، هرچه لحظات مبهمتر شوند، بهایشان بالاتر میرود.
ما چه چیزی به فرزندانمان میدهیم جز این قابلیت که مثل ما نشوند؟
Това беше една ежедневна любов, за каквато трябваше да се науча да се боря – ако си израсъл с такава любов, не ти се вярва, че е възможно някога да я постигнеш. Мислила съм си, че на децата на родител...
Ръката му докосна моята. Този тъй стар, тъй човешки порив на желанието.
You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven...
We get our voice from the voices of others. Read promiscuously. Imitate, copy, but become your own voice.
There is something that happens to the mind in moments of terror. Perhaps we figure it's the last we'll ever have and we record it for the rest of our long journey. We take perfect snapshots an album...
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 old days, they arrive back in the oddest ways, suddenly taut, breaking the surface, a salmon leap.
So many things are unexplainable, and how is it that we know a life, except that we know our own, and it is brought into focus by the death of those around us. (less)