Un yo que no quieres. Unos sentimientos que no puedes evitar.
Um, we don’t hit women in America. He scowled, and spit out an apple seed. No. Americans just persecute smaller countries that believe different from them.
Strange, I thought, as I jumped a sheet of water at the curb, how a few hours could change everything—or rather, how strange to find that the present contained such a bright shard of the living past,...
Starched shirts and suits fresh from the cleaners’ went a long, long way toward hiding a multitude of sins.
Safe trip. I love you. No kidding.
It's commonplace to say that we 'love' a book, but when we say it, we mean all sorts of things. Sometimes we mean that a book was important to us in out youth, though we haven't picked it up in years;...
It was the most important night of my life,' he said calmly. 'It enabled me to do what I've always wanted most.''Which is?''To live without thinking.
By happy contrast, Hobie's whole day revolved around dinner.
Bethlehem star. But we were not
And maybe I was coping awfully well, I don’t know. Certainly I wasn’t howling aloud or punching my fist through windows or doing any of the things I imagined people might do who felt as I did. But som...
All of the above.
A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms, on the way to death. p136
—No—wait. I’m coming back.
Of huddled anonymity like old black and white photos I’d seen of bank crashes and bread lines in the 1930s.
Hubris on Henry’s, too much Greek prose composition—whatever
What is unthinkable is undoable.
We stood looking at each other. It was raining. She looked at me with her rain-colored eyes.
To try to make some meaning out of all this seems
There was a horrible, erratic thumping in my chest, as if a large bird was trapped inside my ribcage and beating itself to death.
She was breathing hard, and deep circles of red burned high on her bright cheeks; in all my life I had never seen anyone so maddeningly beautiful as she was at that moment. I stood blinking stupidly a...