But then finally we had to go inside and almost the instant we did the spell was broken, and in the brightness of the hallway we were embarrassed and stiff with each other, almost as if the house ligh...
But if you close the door… the night could last forever…
But even that day, there on the porch, with Charles beside me and the smell of wood smoke in the air, it had the quality of a memory; there it was, before my eyes, and yet too beautiful to believe.
Beauty alters the grain of reality.
At first I thought they were playing to an
And the . Bit of a social failure. Well, that’s putting it delicately. Quite overweight. Collects the cats, if you know what I mean.
And beauty is terror,' said Julian, 'then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?''To live,' said Camilla.'To live forever,' said Bunny, chin cupped in...
Although, I do have to say, it was difficult to imagine him
A different and much deeper sort of beauty altogether. The thing and yet not the thing.
We’d have to devise a plan, probably a rather Pyrrhic and unsatisfactory one.
Torpor.
Then realized she wasn’t there. Or—she was there and she wasn’t. Part of her was there, but it was invisible. The invisible part was the important part. This was something I had never understood befor...
The suddenness of the explosion had never left me, I was always looking for something to happen, always expecting it just out of the corner of my eye, certain configurations of people in public places...
The atmosphere it breathed was like the light-rinsed airiness of a wall opposite an open window.
Still when I lost her I lost sight of any landmark that might have led me someplace happier, to some more populated or congenial life.
Or rather, how strange to find that the present contained such a bright shard of the living past, damaged and eroded but not destroyed.
If you didn’t take picture from museum, and Sascha didn’t steal it back, and I didn’t think of claiming reward—well, wouldn’t all those dozens of other paintings remain missing too? Forever maybe? Wra...
Fact it seemed we had been doing things, such as stringing necklaces of rainbow-colored candy while the radio played Belle and Sebastian
Crazy, she’d said, but I’d be perfectly happy if I could sit looking at the same half dozen paintings for the rest of my life. I can’t think of a better way to go insane.)
Away.