I believe in walking out of a museum before the paintings you've seen begin to run together. How else can you carry anything away with you in your mind's eye?
You handle books all day long, every new one is a friend and a temptation.
Never before had I known the sudden quiver of understanding that travels from word to brain to heart, the way a new language can move, coil, swim into life under the eyes, the almost savage leap of co...
In your country you don't care about history, and in my country we cannot recover from it.
This time I felt my own face redden. Talking with this woman was like sitting still for a series of slaps, delivered arhythmically so you couldn't know when the next one was coming.
You are a total stranger and you want to take my library book.
History has taught us that the nature of man is evil, sublimely so. Good is not perfectible, but evil is.
Faith is simply whatever is real to us.
But when you accept an intruder for too long, you invite him back later as a guest.
We couldn’t be sure of anything except the power of love…and we are under no requirement to believe in a particular source of that love as long as we could keep giving and receiving some in our own li...
Si tuvieras que elegir entre la cordura, tu vida tal como la recuerdas, antes que la verdadera inestabilidad, ¿qué elegirías como manera adecuada para vivir de un estudioso?
Politicians who talk about purity usually end up deciding who is pure and who is not.
My guess is that he remembers some of me, some of us together, and the rest rolled off him like topsoil in a flash flood.
It's a shame for a woman's history to be all about men-first boys, then other boys, then men, men, men. It reminds me of the way our school history textbooks were all about wars and elections, one war...
It was the beginning of that long bifurcation that became my life: Obey and hate yourself, survive. Disobey, redeem yourself, perish.
It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home.
He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.
Above all, he encourages her to paint, nodding with approval at even her most unusual experiments with color, light, rough brushwork [...]. She explains to him that she believes painting should reflec...
Do you think artists are supposed to be happy? -Everyone is supposed to be. -I said staunchly,and I knew that I was indeed an idiot and that was my destiny and I didn't mind it
Akimbo,