Sarà che le emozioni hanno un odore, o un sapore; sarà che le trasmettiamo inconsapevolmente inviando vibrazioni nell'aria.
No one can hold you to a decision made in the middle of the night.
Miracle was the word Jonathan had pronounced, and they tested it on their own tongues. They were used to it in the Bible, where it meant impossible things that happened an impossibly long time ago in...
I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book.
I left wide margins. In the left-hand one I noted any mannerisms, expressions and gestures that seemed to add something to her meaning. The right-hand margin I left blank. Later, rereading, it was her...
I hardly suppose Wagner lost sleep worrying whether he’d hurt someone’s feelings. But then he was a genius.
I felt a strange sensation inside. Like the past coming to life. The watery stirring of a previous life turning in my belly, creating a tide that rose in my veins and sent cool wavelets to lap at my t...
Her hair was a dirty color that was too dark to be blond, her chin was big and her eyes were small.
Have you got a birthday? Aurelius asked. Yes. I’ve got a birthday. All my unsaid words went back to wherever they had been all these years. I’ll make a note of it, shall I? he said brightly. Then I ca...
For someone now dead once thought these words significant enough to write them down.
For one thing, the river that flows ever onwards is also seeping sideways, irrigating the fields and land to one side and the other. It finds its way into wells and is drawn up to launder petticoats a...
For it must be very lonely being dead.
Every so often I take out a volume and read a page or two. After all, reading is looking after in a manner of speaking. Though they're not old enough to be valuable for their age alone, nor important...
Does the occurrence of one impossible thing increase the likelihood of a second.
Ask him to tell you about when he was born. What you get won’t be the truth; it will be a story.
Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words on the other hand, were a lifeline. They left their hushed rhythm behind, a counter to the slow in and out of Em...
And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in th...
And now, dear reader, the story is over. It is time for you to cross the bridge once more and return to the world you came from. This river, which is and is not the Thames, must continue flowing witho...
Ah, tributaries! That’s what I was meaning to come to. The Churn, the Key, the Ray, the Coln, the Leach, and the Cole: in these upper reaches of the Thames, these are the streams and rivulets that com...
A letter. For me. That was something of an event. The crisp-cornered envelope, puffed up with its thickly folded contents, was addressed in a hand that must have given the postman a certain amount of...