I've noticed Dracula was often as practical a fellow as he was a nasty one.
I've always been interested in foreign relations. It's my belief that study of history should be our preparation for understanding the present rather than an escape from it.
I would not allow anyone into the center of myself; I would make myself a place to go, deep inside, no matter what happened.
I wondered why she craved this knowledge and found myself remembering that she was, after all, an anthropologist.
I wondered if a novel could have the power to make something so strange happen in actuality.
Her lack of maidenly scruple would have amused me at another moment, but just now her face was so grimly determined that I could only wonder what she had in mind. Nothing could have been less seductiv...
He was my husband, my apartment mate, my soul mate, the father of the little plant in my confused soil, the lover who had made me adore his body without inhibition after my years of relative solitude,...
Didn’t Catholicism deal with blood and resurrected flesh on a daily basis? Wasn’t it expert in superstition?
And I always return to the illusion that we are still together, and then -unwillingly- to the knowledge that you have made a hostage of my memory...
Strangers are strange to each other.
Marriages are like certain books, a story where you turn the last page and you think it's over and then there's an epilogue, and after that you're inclined to go on wondering about the characters or i...
I was filled with angst in college, that I struggled with the question of my future, the meaning of my life - spoiled sheltered rich girl collides with great books and is devastated by her own banalit...
I understood in a flash that I must keep my mind safe, whatever came next. I believe now that it was not only enormous luck that brought me this understanding the very first day, but also my habit of...
I knew people who dreamed all the time about going somewhere else, and they let that ruin their lives. When you are not allowed to do something, it often becomes very important.
For the first time, I had been struck by the excitement of the traveler who looks history in her subtle face.
Dracula — He paused. Dracula—Vlad Tepes—is still alive.
Doesn't every love express itself this way, with the seeds of both its flowering and its ruin in the very first words, the first breath, the first though?
And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?
I grant you that anyone who pokes around in history long enough may well go mad.