He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they’re hungry.
Every now and then the city shook its soul out. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrapy your mind around that you had to shake your head in...
A bottle of gin sat in the center of the table. More emptiness than gin in the bottle.
سالها بهآرامی از راه نمیرسند بلکه یورش میآورند، و چون طوفانی از در بیرون میروند و ویرانی بهجای میگذارند.
Ръката му докосна моята. Този тъй стар, тъй човешки порив на желанието.
Прекалено отрепетираният живот не си струва живеенето ...
По дяволите, Парк авеню! Стъпвала съм там само при игра на Монополи!
You have to look on the world with a shine like no one else has.
What was a life anyway? An accumulation of small shelves of incident.
They have a deep need just to talk, just to tell a story, however small or reckless.
There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.
There are rocks deep enough in this earth that no matter what the rupture, they will never see the surface.There is, I think, a fear of love.There is a fear of love.
The smallest moments: they return, dwell, endure.
The person we know at first, she thinks, is not the one we know at last.
The core reason for it all was beauty. Walking was a divine delight. Everything was rewritten when he was up in the air. New things were possible with the human form. It went beyond equilibrium. He fe...
The city was bigger than its buildings, bigger than its inhabitants too. It had its own nuances. It accepted whatever came its way, the crime and the violence and the little shocks of good that crawle...
That's what I like about God. You get to know Him by His occasional absence.
She's always thought that one of the beauties of New York is that you can be from anywhere and within moments of landing its yours.
She wanted to tell him so mach, 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...
It is one of their beauties, the Irish, the way they crush and expand the language all at once How they mangle it and revere it. How they color even their silences.