The stillness of the water, the horizon framed by other glass towers and miniature boats drifting in the distance.
Some places, you pass through once and never return, because you can tell something’s very wrong. Everyone’s afraid, or it seems like some people have enough to eat and other people are starving, or y...
No more diving into pools of chlorinated water lit green from below. No more ball games played out under floodlights. No more porch lights with moths fluttering on summer nights. No more trains runnin...
I’m sorry, I’ve just realized that I’m as minimally present in this world as you are, I had no right to judge—
It’s not a hometown, actually, it’s a home island. It’s the same size and shape as Manhattan, Arthur tells people at parties all his life, except with a thousand people. Delano Island is between Vanco...
It isn’t possible, she said. But there it is. Look again. In the distance, pinpricks of light arranged into a grid. There, plainly visible on the side of a hill some miles distant: a town, or a villag...
I'm just curious, how'd you get into this line of work?Gradually, and then suddenly
I think people like him think work is supposed to be drudgery punctuated by very occasional moments of happiness, but when I say happiness, I mostly mean distraction.
And here, all momentum left him. He could go no farther. The theater tickets had been intended as a romantic gesture, a let's-do-something-romantic-because-all-we-do-is-fight, and she'd abandoned him...
Ah, Tesch says. Very admirable of you. You know, it reminds me of a documentary I saw last month, a little Czech film about an outsider artist who refused to show her work during her lifetime. She liv...
A or B, two options present themselves, and you choose the one that seems best at the time.
A life, remembered, is a series of photographs and disconnected short films.
A fragment for my friend— If your soul left this earth I would follow and find you Silent, my starship suspended in night
Stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth.
Probably encounter people like him all the time. High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially. What was it in this statement that made Clark want to weep? He was nodding, taking down as much as he could...
Had been installed on top of each cab for the drivers. The cabs were stripped of everything that added excess weight but left otherwise intact, with doors that closed and windows of difficult-to-break...
What happens next? Miranda asks. It’s easier to talk to Elizabeth when they’re sitting side by side,when she doesn’t have to look at her.I don’t know.You do know.I wish I could tell you how sorry I am...
What a wonderful thing, to get paid for doing what you love, she says, and he agrees with this.
We’re so lucky to be in this position, all of us who make our living as actors, and I find complaints about invasion of privacy to be disingenuous, frankly. I mean, let’s be real here, we wanted to be...
We traveled so far and your friendship meant everything. It was very difficult, but there were moments of beauty. Everything ends. I am not afraid.