La línea de la belleza no cambia por mucho que haya pasado cientos de veces por una fotocopiadora.
It’s a long story. I’ll make it short as I can.
It is is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.
It is easy to see things in retrospect. But I was ignorant then of everything but my own happiness, and I don't know what else to say except that life itself seemed very magical in those days: a web o...
It does not to do be frightened of things about which you know nothing,' he said. 'You are like children. Afraid of the dark.
It does not do to be frightened of things about which you know nothing, he said. You are like children. Afraid of the dark.
He was a planet without an atmosphere.
CHAPTER 3
But it’s so heartbreaking and unnecessary how we lose things. From pure carelessness. Fires, wars. The Parthenon, used as a munitions storehouse. I guess that anything we manage to save from history i...
But I couldn’t. It was real; I knew it, even in the dark. Raised yellow streak of paint on the wing and feathers scratched in with the butt of the brush. One chip on the upper left edge that hadn’t be...
And, increasingly, I find myself fixing on that refusal to pull back. Because I don’t care what anyone says or how often or winningly they say it: no one will ever, ever be able to persuade me that li...
This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at all humanity and human endeavor from the dawn of time. The writhing loathsomeness of the biolog...
Basketball courts ringed with barbed-wire fence.
Who knew, or cared, the names of the Turks who blew the roof off the Parthenon? the mullahs who had ordered the destruction of the Buddhas at Bamiyan? Yet living or dead: their acts stood. It was the...
We being round thee, forget to die.
Pepto-Bismol straight from the bottle.
Mais, vrai, j’ai trop pleuré! Les aubes sont navrantes.
If he had his wits about him Bunny would surely keep his mouth shut; but now, with his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically a...
I realized that the childish impression I had always had of my father, as Just Lawgiver, was entirely wrong. We were utterly dependent on this man, who was not only deluded and ignorant, but incompete...
How was it possible to miss someone as much as I missed my mother? I missed her so much I wanted to die: a hard, physical longing, like a craving for air underwater.