Nikad nemoj dozvoliti da ti vrijeme bude gospodar', rekao je Bellman. 'Ako nešto želiš učiniti, učini to. Vrijeme će se stvoriti samo od sebe.'No zapravo, smatrao je da je otkrio - ili mu je darovan -...
Miss Lea, it does not do to get attached to these secondary characters It's not their story. They come, they go, and when they go they're gone for good. That's all there is to it.
Life is compost.
In this cruel world kindness should always be repaid.
In speech he stretched out his vowel sounds to give his mouth a rest before the next consonant.
I read *old* novels. The reason is simple. I prefer proper endings.
I don't pretend reality is the same for everyone.
I did not see the wolf when he came. I did not hear him. There was only this: A little before dawn I became aware of a hush, and I realized that the only breathing to be heard in the room was my own.
Human lives are not pieces of string that can be separated out from a knot of others and laid out straight. Families are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating. Im...
Her presence could be divined in any number of ways by those who had eyes to see. Yet she was not seen.
Half a year—maybe. Something like that. Rita did not look away. Part of her job was to help people look at what was coming. Dying could be lonely. A nurse was often an easier person to talk to than fa...
But there can be no secrets in a house where there are children.
And my own feelings? Shame. For I had lied. Of course I loved books more than people. Of course I valued Jane Eyre over the anonymous stranger with his hand on the lever. Of course all of Shakespeare...
Then into a space where there seemed to be nothing but mist. When we came to a wall of yew twice as high as Aurelius himself, we followed it. I noticed a sparkling in the grass and on the leaves: The...
Reality, the picnickers were sweltering beneath their clothes, the champagne was warm, and if anyone had thought to take their shoes off they would have had to walk through goose droppings. Still, the...
Mask of white makeup and the exotic draperies.
Held out to me a closed fist that seemed three-quarters precious stones in their clawlike settings. In a movement that spoke of great effort, she turned her hand and opened it, as though she had some...
Could just see the movements of Miss Winter’s lashes. They crouched and quivered around the eye, like the long legs of a spider around its body.
When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don’t expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid. What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking saf...
What better place to kill time than a library?