We don't like to admit it, but the idea of losing control is one that fascinates controlled people such as ourselves more than almost anything. All truly civilized people – the ancients no less than u...
War? One can lose oneself in the joy of battle, in fighting for a glorious cause, but there are not many glorious causes for which to fight these days.
This whole town is like a big Fuck You to Thoreau.
The smells, the shadows, even the dappled pale trunks of the plane trees lifted my spirits
The light of long ago is different from the light of today and yet here, in this house, I’m reminded of the past at every turn.
The lamplight was warm and the apartment still and snug. At home in bed, in my private abyss of longing, the scenes I dreamed of always began like this. I could lose myself forever in that singular li...
The center of my earth is you
That life—whatever else it is—is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it.
Son nuestros secretos los que nos definen, y no la cara que mostramos al mundo.
She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose white scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze;
She was beautiful, too. That's almost secondary; but still, she was.
Raviv and Avi, and—my favorite—a Russian Jew named Grisha. ( ‘Russian Jew’ contradiction in terms, he explained, in a lavish plume of menthol smoke. To Russian mind anyway. Since ‘Jew’ to antisemite m...
Quizá la buena suerte se parecía a la mala suerte en que tardabas un tiempo en asimilarla.
Pippa stessa è il gioco tra questi due opposti, l'amore e il non-amore, l'esserci e il non-esserci. Fotografie sul muro, un calzino arrotolato sotto il divano. Il momento in cui ho allungato la mano p...
Penso che in questo caso dovremmo chiamarla ironia della sorte, più che divina provvidenza. Sì, ma perché vuoi darle un nome? E se fossero la stessa cosa?
Non m’interessa quello che dice la gente, quanto spesso lo dice né con quanto entusiasmo: nessuno mi convincerà mai che la vita è una sorpresa stupenda e appagante. Perché questa è la verità: la vita...
My mother's advertising firm specialized in women's accessories. All day long, under the agitated and slightly vicious eye of Mathilde, she supervised photo shoots where crystal earrings glistened on...
Maybe good luck was like bad luck in that it took a while to sink in.
Love doesn't conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool.
La impresión espartana que transmitía correspondería a su naturaleza o a su bolsillo.