She would want, instead, to recall him in the air, between layers of cloud. To give him back that ancient dignity.
It is not fashionable anymore, I suppose, to have a regard for one's mother in the way my brother and I had then, in the mid-1950s, when the noise outside the window was mostly wind and sea chime.
If you start forgetting you’re already lost.
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.
Her smile colud've broen glass.
Every man with his own peculiar vice. His will hardly rock heaven or hell.
A bottle of gin sat in the center of the table. More emptiness than gin in the bottle.
چگونه است که گذشته دور انباشته از شخصیت‌هاست درحالی‌که زمان حال این‌قدر متزلزل و بی‌روح است؟
و زمان چه ظالمانه می‌تازد، وقتی در طلب آن هستی مضایقه می‌کند و آنگاه‌که به آن نیازی نداری فراوان می‌شود.
Banging saucepans to ring in the new year?
The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.
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...
Pain's nothing. Pain's what you give, not what you get.
Her smile could've broken glass.
درک ما از زندگی دیگران درواقع همان درکی است که از زندگی خودمان داریم و این حقیقتی است که با مرگ اطرافیانمان برجسته می‌شود.
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.
When I was seventeen I had a body that Adam woulda dropped Eve for. Hot-potato time. It was prime, no lie. Nothing in the wrong place. I had legs a hundred miles long and a booty to die for. Adam woul...
What was a life anyway? An accumulation of small shelves of incident.
What Corrigan wanted was a fully believable God, one you could find in the grime of the everyday.