The disorientation of meeting one’s sagging contemporaries, memories of a younger face crashing into the reality of jowls, under-eye pouches, unexpected lines, and then the terrible realization that o...
Sometimes a cult takes over, and those towns are the most dangerous. DIALLO: In what sense? RAYMONDE: In the sense that they’re unpredictable. You can’t argue with them, because they live by an entire...
She had been overtipping for as long as she’d had money. These small compensations for how fortunate she’d been.
Once we lived on an island in the ocean. Once we took the ferry to go to high school, and at night the sky was brilliant in the absence of all these city lights. Once we paddled canoes to the lighthou...
No one had any idea, it turned out. None of the older Symphony members knew much about science, which was frankly maddening given how much time these people had had to look things up on the Internet b...
No more pharmaceuticals. No more certainty of surviving a scratch on one’s hand, a cut on a finger while chopping vegetables for dinner, a dog bite.
No more countries, all borders unmanned. No more fire departments, no more police. No more road maintenance or garbage pickup. No more spacecraft rising up from Cape Canaveral, from the Baikonur Cosmo...
Michaela wasn't someone Lilia ever trusted, but there was a certain kinship; she shared Lilia's suspicion that the world might prove, in the end, to have been either a mirage or a particularly elabora...
I've been thinking lately about immortality. What it means to be remembered, what I want to be remembered for, certain questions concerning memory and fame. I love watching old movies. I watch the fac...
His only part in the story: to observe and remember the chain of events. Not all of us will be cast in the greatest dramas. Someone has to remember them.
Die Hölle ist die Abwesenheit von Menschen, nach denen man sich sehnt.
Did this happen to all actors, this blurring of borders between performance and life?
Being alive is a risk.
A fragment for my friend— If your soul left this earth I would follow and find you Silent, my starship suspended in night She
Was one of those large, under-lit places that seemed to recede into shadow at the periphery, and in the murky middle
That people here see her as an eccentric, the actor’s wife who inks mysterious cartoons that no one’s ever laid eyes on—My wife’s very private about her work, Arthur says in interviews—and who doesn’t...
Did you just say you’re famous for your discretion?
But mostly his work just made him dislike houses. These enormous anchors that people tied to their lives.
You told me you’re trying to shed your possessions or something, right? Exactly. They’re lovely, but I don’t want more things.
There are thoughts of freedom and imminent escape. I could throw away almost everything, she thinks, and begin all over again. Station Eleven will be my constant.