Ricordate le Erinni? […] come spingevano la gente alla pazzia? Alzavano il volume al loro monologo interiore, portavano all’estremo limite qualità già presenti, rendevano le persone tanto se stesse, d...
Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that’s why we’re so anxious to lose them, don’t you think? Remember
Only it was complicated, she wasn’t thinking only of herself but me too, since we’d both been through so many of the same things, she and I, and we were an awful lot alike—too much. And because we’d b...
No. I’ve always been drawn to broken, wild terrain. The oddest tongues come from such places, and the strangest mythologies, and the oldest cities, and the most barbarous religions
If a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you don't think, 'oh, I love this picture because it's universal.' 'I love this painting because it spea...
I sailed home on the bus, melting with sorrow and loveliness, a starry ache that lifted me up above the windswept city like a kite: my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.
Hard to put things right. You don’t often get that chance. Sometimes all you can do is not get caught.
Everything was raw and painful and confusing and wrong and yet it was as if I'd been dragged from freezing water through a break in the ice, into sun and blazing cold.
Every new event - everything I did for the rest of my life - would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part of, an ever-growing distance between us. Every single day for the rest...
Bethlehem star. But we were not
Because I don’t care what anyone says or how often or winningly they say it: no one will ever, ever be able to persuade me that life is some awesome, rewarding treat. Because, here’s the truth: life i...
As terrible as this is, I get it. WE can't choose what we want and don't want and that's the hard lonely truth. Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it's going to kill us. We can't escape wh...
And yet it was remarkable too how his world limped on without him. Strange, I thought, as I jumped a sheet of water at the curb, how a few hours could change everything—or rather, how strange to find...
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...
All that blind, infantile hunger to save and be saved, to repeat the past and make it different, had somehow attached itself, ravenously, to her.
All her grace was in her vagueness. Her voice was soft, her manner languid, her features blurred and dreamy.
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...
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...
[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...