At home, my mother had known how to suffocate my dad's anger by growing silent, a low, unwavering flame of contempt that sucked all the oxygen out of the room and made everything he said and did seem...
And the farther I walked away, the more upset I got, at the loss of one of the few stable and unchanging docking-points in the world that I had taken for granted: familiar faces, glad greetings: hey m...
Everyone basically has one aria to sing over their entire life.
…he said, in the most melancholy voice, ‘She’s hiding from me.’ He was dreaming, of course. I thought it was rather sweet. So, to humour him, I said, ‘Well, then. You must hide your eyes and count to...
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 both been hurt so badly, so early on, in violent and irremediable ways tha...
Glared at Danny with her wolfish eyes, and
What’s worth living for? what’s worth dying for? what’s completely foolish to pursue?
Und bei diesem strammen kleinen Porträt ist es nicht schwer, das Menschliche in dem Finken zu sehen. Würdevoll, verwundbar. Ein Gefangener, der einen anderen anschaut.
Qualunque cosa ci insegni a parlare con noi stessi è importante qualunque cosa ci insegni a cullarci fino a uscire dalla disperazione.
Pragmatists are often strangely superstitious.
Nature red in tooth and claw.’ Perhaps she doesn’t
It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
It seemed the best thing was just to come right out and say it. 'You know,' I said, 'I'm really not attracted to you. I mean, not that -''Isn't that interesting,' he said coolly. 'I'm really not attra...
For humans-trapped in biology-there was no mercy: we lived a while, we fussed around for a bit and died, we rotted in the ground like garbage. Time destroyed us all soon enough. But to destroy, or los...
And I feel I have something very serious and urgent to say toyou, my non-existent reader, and I feel I should say it as urgentlyas if I were standing in the room with you. That life—whateverelse it is...
The line of beauty is the line of beauty. It doesn't matter if it's been through the Xerox machine a hundred times.
For Hobie, who sorrowed over these elegant old remnants as if they were underfed children or mistreated cats, it was a point of duty to rescue what he could and then with his gifts as carpenter and jo...
Wade straight through life, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and heart open.
Garden hoes, there was a small but conspicuous headline.
Else it is—is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not