The artist was the proxy, the brave one, the one who spoke, was thanked, and who paid the price.
Suddenly I shouted into the night air. 'Yes, yes, yes, it is true!And now the world had some tension in it; now it twanged and vibrated with meaning and possibility! 'Yes, yes, fucking yes!
In chili’s hand were his car keys, Ray-bans and Marlboros, without which he wouldn't leave his bathroom. Chili drank only black coffee and neat Jack Daniel’s; his suits were Boss, his underwear Calvin...
I was falling in love with myself. Not that beauty, or life itself, means much if you’re in a room on your own. Heaven is other people.
Herir a alguien es un acto de involuntaria intimidad
Harry had loved most of the arts long enough to know that artists had to be excused failings which would condemn the general population. The artist was the proxy, the brave one, the one who spoke, was...
Desire, like the dead or an unpleasant meal, would keep returning--it was ultimately indigestible.
A monster is someone who’s being monstered.
Nos aferramos al pasado -dijo-, a lo antiguo, porque tenemos miedo. [...] Nuestras vidas se estancan, se vuelven rancias. Nos da miedo todo lo nuevo, todo cuanto podría ayudarnos a crecer, a cambiar.
قد علمتني الحياة أنه حين يراك الآخرون متحمساً، تفتر حماستهم هم، والعكس صحيح . لذا كلما ازدادت رغبتي بأمر ما، تصنّعت بروداً أعظم حياله .
Without parents who had time for her, at an early age she had made herself self-sufficient.
The world’s full of people with unusual beliefs, Julia. Scientologists, Rastafarians, Catholics, Moonies, Mormons, Baptists, Tories, dentists, captains of industry—every madness has its cheerleader. T...
The questions had become: What can we forgive in others? How far do they have to go before we lose faith in them?
The best stories are the open ones, those you don’t quite understand.
Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.
Sometimes I felt the whole world was converging on this little room. And as I became more intoxicated and frustrated I'd throw open the bedroom window as the dawn came up, and look across the gardens,...
Popeye the Sailor Man has more cultural longevity. Only women and poofs read or write now. Otherwise, these days, no sooner has someone been sodomised by a close relative than they think they can writ...
One falls in love, and then learns, for the duration, that one is at the mercy of someone else’s childhood.
My pleasures disappeared with my vices.
I’d send Eleanor a dignified note. Then I’d have to fall out of love with her. That was the rough part. Everything in life is organized around people falling in love with each other. Falling is easy;...