I stood in the shadiest corner I could find with my mass-market paperback and, with a red pencil, went through and underlined a lot of particularly bracing sentences: The mass of men lead lives of qui...
I see that as usual I’ve gone on too long and that I’m running out of room, but I do hope that you are happy and well, and it’s all a little less lonely out there than you may have feared. If there’s...
I read The Great Gatsby. It is one of my favorite books and I had taken it out of the library in hopes that it would cheer me up; of course, it only made me feel worse, since in my own humorless state...
I loved her every minute of every day, heart and mind and soul and all of it, and it was getting late and I wanted the place never to close, never.
I had nothing to offer her. I was illness, instability, everything she wanted to get away from.
I guess that anything we manage to save from history is a miracle.
I forgave him, a hundred times over, and never on the basis of anything more than this: a look, a gesture, a certain tilt of his head.
I felt my heart limping in my chest, and was revolted by it, a pitiful muscle, sick and bloody, pulsing against my ribs.
I don't want you to help me.' She raised her head and looked at me: her gaze hit me hard and sweet as a shot of morphine.
I could hear a gaggle of Americans, couples, laughing, saying their loud goodbyes as they parted for their respective rooms: old college friends, jobs in the financial sector, five-plus years of corpo...
Hobie's presence below stairs was an anchor, a friendly weight...
Here is my experience. Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you. What you want to live and be happy in the world is a woman who has her own life and lets you hav...
Her photographs, lining the hall outside my bedroom-- many different Pippas, at many different ages-- were a daily torment, always expected, always new; but though I tried to keep my eyes away always...
Her death the dividing mark: Before and After. And though it’s a bleak thing to admit all these years later, still I’ve never met anyone who made me feel loved the way she did. Everything came alive i...
Hely’s feelings didn’t run very deep; he lived in sunny shallows where it was always warm and bright.
He was, like me, an only child. His father (born in Siberia, a Ukrainian national from Novoagansk) was in mining and exploration. Big important job—he travels the world. Boris’s mother—his father’s se...
He was a planet without an atmosphere.
He did touch people's lives, the lives of strangers, in an entirely unanticipated way. It was they who really mourned him - or what they thought was him - with a grief that was no less sharp for not b...
Giovanna d’Arco aveva capeggiato un esercito quand’era poco più grande di Harriet, e nondimeno, il Natale scorso, suo padre le aveva regalato un offensivo gioco di società chiamato Cosa farò da grande...
First things first: find my