Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.
World is supposed to mean something that's self-contained. but nothing is self-contained.
In the middle of it all is Hitler, of course.He was on again last night.He's always on. We couldn't have television without him.
I'm completely aware of Matisse and what he said, that painters must begin by cutting out their tongues.
What you see is not what wee se. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.
The view is endlessly fulfilling. It is like the answer to a lifetime of questions and vague cravings.
Everybody wants to own the end of the world.
People who are in power make their arrangements in secret, largely as a way of maintaining and furthering that power.
He'd come to know himself, untranslatably, through his pain.
As though in her heart she was not a travel writer at all, as her mother had said she wished to be, but simply a traveler, in the purer form, someone who collects impressions, dense anatomies of feeli...
A naked woman was amazing.He'd never seen it this way, in full light, without half-off clothes or a beach blanket across the lap or sex in a dark car. This was her whole body naked in light, standing...
The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.
Once out of the mailroom, I began to learn more about fear. As soonas fear begins to ascend, anatomically, from the pit of the stomach to thethroat and brain, from fear of violence to the more nameles...
Man’s guilt in history and in the tides of his own blood has been complicated by technology, the daily seeping falsehearted death.
It was important for him to believe that he'd spent his life among people who kept missing the point.
Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered.
Me doy cuenta ahora de que el primer día apenas llegué a mirar. Creía estar mirando, pero solo estaba percibiendo un mero barrunto de lo que hay en estos cuadros. Ahora es cuando estoy empezando a mir...
I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.
Freud is finished, Einstein's next.
Brita said, 'I read at home, I read in hotels, I take a book with me on a twenty-minute trip to the dentist. Then I read in the waiting room.