Dear V.,I'm a terrible actor and this city is fucking freezing and I miss you.- A.
He placed a pinch of snow on his tongue and thought of making snow ice cream with Frank and their mother when they were small boys - 'First you stir in the vanilla' - Frank standing on a stool on his...
All of this,' the prophet said, serene, 'all of our activities, Sayid, you must understand this, all of your suffering, it's all part of a greater plan.''You'd be surprised at how little comfort I tak...
He wished he could somehow go back and find the iPhone people whom he'd jostled on the sidewalk earlier, apologize to them - I'm sorry, I've just realized that I'm as minimally present in this world a...
Twenty years earlier, in a life [Kirsten] mostly couldn’t remember, she had had a small nonspeaking role in a short-lived Toronto production of King Lear. Now she walked in sandals whose soles had bee...
He has no interest in comics. He doesn’t understand the difference between serious graphic novels and Saturday-morning cartoons with wide-eyed tweetybirds and floppy-limbed cats.
He was just another dead man on another road, answerless, the bearer of another unfathomable story about walking out of one world and into another.
One of the few things that August didn't know about her was that sometimes when she looked at her collection of pictures she tried to imagine and place herself in that other, shadow life. You walk int...
She knows there are traps everywhere that can make her cry, she knows the way she dies a little every time someone asks her for change and she doesn't give it to them means that she's too soft for thi...
To survive is not enough. To simply exist... is not enough!' - Roga Danar
Há dinheiro, pedaços de papel que podem ser trocados por qualquer coisa: casas, barcos, dentes perfeitos.
OK, suponhamos que vai à copa - disse ela -, e duas pessoas que quem gosta estão lá, suponhamos que uma das pessoas está a contar uma história divertida, você ri-se um pouco, sente-se incluído, toda a...
So this is how it ends, she thought, when the call was over, and she was soothed by the banality of it.
Clark observa a actividade nocturna na pista, os aviões que estão parados à vinte anos, o reflexo da sua vela bruxuleante no vidro. Não tem esperança de ver um avião levantar voo novamente no seu temp...
She was unsettling. But sometimes there was something perfect about it.
People want what was best about the world.
Adulthood’s full of ghosts... High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially.
The wren goes to't
If nothing else, it's pleasant to consider the possibility. He likes the thought of ships moving over the water, toward another world just out of sight.
He remembered being here with Clark at three or four sometimes five in the morning, during what seemed at the time like adulthood and seemed in retrospect like a dream.