No, no, no, no. Who are you? What is this? Don't leave. They're leaving. They've left.
Like I'm a person and you're a person, which gives you the right to kill me.
Let’s enjoy these aimless days while we can, I told myself, fearing some kind of deft acceleration.
Let me say about Molly. If bullshit was music, she’d be a brass band.
L'azione è verità, e la verità vacilla quando la guerra finisce e gli abitanti del villaggio sono liberi di tornare ai loro campi. Sopravviviamo, e siamo nuovamente sconfitti.
It's not enough to hate your enemy. You have to understand how the two of you bring each other to deep completion.
It's like World War III. Everything is white. They'll take our bright colors away and use them in the war effort.
It was like a class project in the structure of reality.
It was amazing how often kind-looking people turned out to be crazy. He wondered gravely whether things had reached such bad state that only crazy people attempted commonplace acts of kindness, that t...
It takes centuries to invent the primitive.
It makes a man feel universal, floating over the continents, seeing the rim of the world, a line as clear as a compass arc, knowing it is just a turning of the bend to Atlantic twilight, to sediment p...
It is the violent act that makes history and changes everything that came before. (154)
It is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.
It is interesting to think of the great blaze of heaven that we winnow down to animal shapes and kitchen tools.
Isn't it possible that this midcentury moment enters the skin more lastingly than the vast shaping strategies of eminent leaders, generals steely in their sunglasses -- the mapped visions that pierce...
Is cyberspace a thing within the world or is it the other way around? Which contains the other, and how can you tell for sure?
In the subways, in many of the streets, in corners of the park at night, contact could be dangerous. Contact was not a word or a touch but the air that flashed between strangers.
If you let me teach you not to end a sentence with a preposition, Edgar thought, I will save your life.
I'm not saying we shouldn't grieve. Just, why don't we put it in God's hands? she said. Why haven't we learned this, after all the evidence of all the dead? We're supposed to believe in God but then w...
I'll tell you what I long for, the days of disarray, when I didn't give a damn or a fuck or a farthing.