Between ‘reality’ on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there’s a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur...
Because the thing he hadn’t understood then (he was happier not knowing it) was that once you were in prison, you never got out. People treated you like a different person; you tended to backslide, th...
Beauty alters the grain of reality. And I keep thinking too of the more conventional wisdom: namely, that the pursuit of pure beauty is a trap, a fast track to bitterness and sorrow, that beauty has t...
Back there or maybe even taken an actual shit, and then tried to cover it up with a bunch of coconut air freshener that smelled like suntan lotion. The seats were greasy, and patched with duct tape, a...
Away.
Aware that Allison’s eyes were on him, stepped backwards and began instead to swivel his lower body in an oddly lascivious and adult-looking little dance.
And though she was not beautiful her calmness had the magnetic pull of beauty—a stillness so powerful that the molecules realigned themselves around her when she came into a room.
And the stainless-steel fridge was always well-stocked with Girl Food: hummus and olives, cake and champagne, lots of silly take-out vegetarian salads and half a dozen kinds of ice cream.
A gunpowder factory exploded at Delft in the 1600s, that the painter had been so haunted and obsessed by the destruction of his city that he painted it over and over.
[Hobie]Theo. His hug was strong and parental, and so fierce that it made me cry even harder. Then his hand was on my shoulder, heavy anchoring hand that was security and authority itself; he was leadi...
Zidovi boje cimeta, kiša na prozorskim daskama, zamašna tišina i osjećaj dubine i daljine, poput laka na pozadini slike iz devetnaestog stoljeća.
You'd be surprised, Theo. she said, leaning back in her shawl-shaped chair, what small, everyday things can lift us out of despair. But nobody can do it for you. You're the one who has to watch for th...
You know what Picasso says. ‘Bad artists copy, good artists steal.
You had to hand it to her: she was as cool as dammit.
You don't feel a great deal of emotions for other people, do you?I was taken aback. What are you talking about? I said. Of course I do.Do you? He raised an eyebrow. I don't think so. It doesn't matter...
Yet if you scratched very deep at that idea of pattern (which apparently he had never taken the trouble to do), you hit an emptiness so dark that it destroyed, categorically, anything you’d ever looke...
Years ago, in an old notebook, I wrote: One of Julian's most attractive qualities is his inability to see anyone, or anything, in its true light. And under it, in a different ink, maybe one of my most...
Who was it said that coincidence was just God’s way of remaining anonymous?
When we are strongest—who draws back? Most merry—who falls down laughing? When we are very bad,—what can they do to us? —ARTHUR RIMBAUD
When we are sad—at least I am like this—it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change.