Because--what if that particular goldfinch (and it is very particular) had never been captured or born into captivity, displayed in some household where the painter Fabritius was able to see it? It ca...
Because--the line of beauty is the line of beauty. It doesn't matter if it's been through the Xerox machine a hundred times ... Still with greatness, there's a jolt at the end of the wire. It doesn't...
Another trick—calculated to lure a different, more sophisticated customer—was to bury a piece in the back of the store, reverse the vacuum cleaner over it (instant antiquity!) and allow the nosy custo...
And yet (this was the murky part, this was what bothered me) there had also been other, way more confusing and fucked-up nights, grappling around half-dressed, weak light sliding in from the bathroom...
And if 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 p...
And how did they drive people mad? They turned up the volume of the inner monologue, magnified qualities already present to great excess, made people so much themselves that they couldn’t stand it.
After all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great.
After all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great. To escape the cognitive mode of experience, to transcend the accident of one's moment of being. There are other ad...
After all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great,' he said. 'To escape the cognitive mode of experience, to transcend the accident to one's moment of being. There a...
A picture that will never leave me. I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.
A month or two before, I would have been appalled at the idea of any murder at all. But that Sunday afternoon, as I actually stood watching one, it seemed the easiest thing in the world. How quickly h...
But does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end-and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is...
I’d felt drowned and extinguished by vastness—not just the predictable vastness of time, and space, but the impassable distances between people even when they were within arm’s reach of each other, an...
These people are crazy. I mean like shooting-guns-at-chickens crazy.
Думки пронизували мене потужно й несподівано, отруйний шепіт у голові майже не змовкав, хоч іноді ставав таким тихим, що звучав майже на межі чутності, але в інших випадках зростав до безконтрольного...
І чим далі я йшов, тим більший смуток мене опановував, що я втратив іще одну стабільну й надійну пристань у світі, про яку завжди думав, що вона вже нікуди від мене не дінеться: знайомі обличчя, радіс...
Σίγουρα ποτέ δεν μπόρεσε να καταλάβει γιατί ηταν υποχρεωμένη να ζει σε τόση δυστυχία :σκιαγμένη απο θορύβους ,πνιγμένη στον καπνό, με σκυλιά να γαβγίζουν, μυρωδιές από φαγητά που μαγειρεύονταν, μεθύστ...
[T]hough the darkness sometimes lifted just enough so I could construe my surroundings, familiar shapes solidifying like bedroom furniture at dawn, my relief was never more than temporary because some...
Yet my longing for her was like a bad cold that had hung on for years despite my conviction that I was sure to get over it at any moment.
There was a grand piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was a little drunk; the Chopin was slurred and fluid, the notes melting sleepily into one another....