Animal in the sitter (a tendency that,
The value of Greek prose composition, he said, was not that it gave one any particular facility in the language that could not be gained as easily by other methods but that if done properly, off the t...
The center of my earth is you
Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that...
Mine, mine. Fear, idolatry, hoarding. The delight and terror of the fetishist.
It’s awful being a child, she said, simply, at the mercy of other people.
It’s a perfectly handy skill for any boy to know. Certainly it is, if he needs to hail a passing tugboat.
It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons. —SCHILLER
I see you are philosopher by nature.
He was a bad painter and a vicious gossip, with a vocabulary composed almost entirely of obscenities, guttural verbs, and the word postmodernist.
Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.
But my loyalties were elsewhere. And the flavor of Pippa’s kiss—bittersweet and strange—stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the bus, melting with sorrow and...
Às vezes você tem que perder pra ganhar.
Sometimes you have to lose to win.
A scrap of seventeenth-century sunlight compressed into dots and pixels,
What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can't be trusted--? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health...
Waiting at the wrong place, most like.
Then why aren’t you happy? I don’t want to talk about it. And
That little guy, said Boris in the car on the way to Antwerp. You know the painter saw him-he wasn't painting that bird from his mind, you know? That's a real little guy, chained up on the wall, there...
Mr. MacNatt was an auto-parts salesman; Mrs. MacNatt was shaped like a pigeon and sold Avon.