There was a reminder that the library was always seeking books, and that they paid in wine. The librarian, François Diallo, was also the newspaper’s
There was the flu that exploded like a neutron bomb over the surface of the earth and the shock of the collapse that followed, the first unspeakable years when everyone was traveling, before everyone...
They acted because they loved acting, but also, let’s be honest here, to be noticed. All they wanted was to be seen. I’ve been thinking lately about immortality. What it means to be remembered, what I...
We bemoaned the impersonality of the modern world, but that was a lie, it seemed to him; it had never been impersonal at all. There had always been a massive delicate infrastructure of people, all of...
We have been lost for so long,’ she said, still quoting from that scene. She looked past him at the boy. The boy was staring at the gun in his hands. He was nodding, seemingly to himself. ‘We long o...
What she aspired to was a kind of delirious perfection. What Lilia wanted was to travel, but not only that; she wanted to be a citizen of everywhere, free-wheeling and capable of instant flight.
What’s the point of doing all that work, Tesch asks, if no one sees it? It makes me happy. It’s peaceful, spending hours working on it. It doesn’t really matter to me if anyone else sees it.
When you think of how the world’s changed in your lifetime, what do you think about? I think of killing. Her gaze was steady. Really? Why? Have you ever had to do it? François sighed. He didn’t like t...
But mostly his work just made him dislike houses. These enormous anchors that people tied to their lives.
On wheels of steel and wood.
Paper fell out of the book. It was a page torn from
The main difference between twenty-one and fifty-one, he decided, the sheer volume of regret.
The more you remember, the more you’ve lost.
The words clarified the problem. He found he was a man who repented almost everything, regrets crowding in around him like moths to a light. This was actually the main difference between twenty-one an...
The best advice her mother ever gave her: Walk in like you own the place.)
They shared a suspicion that the world might prove, in the end, to have been either a mirage or a particularly elaborate hoax.
A liquid movement below on the tarmac; a cat, hunting in the shadows.
He found he was a man who repented almost everything, regrets crowding in around him like moths to a light.
He remembered being here with Clark at three or four or sometimes five in the morning, during what seemed at the time like adulthood and seemed in retrospect like a dream.
He was the second violin and a secret poet, which is to say that no one in the Symphony knew he wrote poetry except Kirsten and the seventh guitar.
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