Yet isn’t it always the inappropriate thing, the thing that doesn’t quite work, that’s oddly the dearest?
How strange to find that the present contained such a bright shard of the living past, damaged and eroded but not destroyed.
But anything overtly religious filled him with a pagan alarm; and I believe that like Pliny, whom he resembled in so many respects, he secretly thought it to be a degenerate cult carried to extravagan...
Well—I have to say I personally have never drawn such a sharp line between ‘good’ and ‘bad’ as you. For me: that line is often false. The two are never disconnected. One can’t exist without the other....
We belonged together; there was a dream rightness and magic to it, inarguable; the thought of her flooded every corner of my mind with light and poured brightness into miraculous lofts I hadn’t even k...
Un yo que no quieres. Unos sentimientos que no puedes evitar.
Twelve years after Robin's death, no one knew any more about how he had ended up hanged from a tree in his own yard than they had on the day it happened.
Things would have been terribly strange and unbalanced without her. She was the Queen who finished out the suit of dark Jacks, dark King, and Joker.
The other day, I tried to remember what was the word for ‘dragonfly’ and couldn’t.
Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you.
Reason is always apparent to a discerning eye. But luck? It’s invisible, erratic, angelic.
Over and over, I kept thinking I’ve got to go home and then, for the millionth time, I can’t.
Not quite what one expected, but once it happened one realized it couldn't be any other way.
Nitric acid. Lampblack. Furniture, like all living things, acquired marks and scars over the course of time. The effects of time, visible and invisible.
Nihil sub sole novum [...] Any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness.
Mi casa está donde yo esté.
Me she was watching for: me. And the heart-shock of believing, for only a moment, that you might just have what could never be yours.
Matters progressed.
Mais, vrai, j’ai trop pleuré! Les aubes sont navrantes.
It was sometimes difficult to believe that Dr. Roland was a tenured professor in the Social Science Department of this, a distinguished college. He was more like some gabby old codger who would sit ne...