We were in Ireland. Was there ever a country so damp? I had to wring out my mind to think clearly. I was a morning mist of confusion.
We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify.
We had killed them all without firing a shot. I prayed for the snow to fall and bury them for ever. When the snow falls you can almost believe the world is clean again. Is every snowflake different? N...
We get somewhere we couldn't go otherwise and we profit from the trip, but we can't stay there, it isn't our world, and we shouldn't let that world come crashing down into the one we can inhabit.
We gamble with the thought of winning. But it's the thought of what we might lose that excites us.
We are told not to privilege one story above another. All the stories must be told. Well, maybe that's true, maybe all stories are worth hearing, but not all stories are worth telling.
We are lucky, even the worst of us, because daylight comes.
We always think the thing we need to transform everything - the miracle - is elsewhere, but often it is right next to us. Sometimes it is us, ourselves.
Viitorul, prezentul și trecutul nu există decât în mintea noastră, iar de la depărtare marginile li se micșorează și li se încețoșează precum granițele unor țări dușmane, văzute dintr-un oras plutitor...
Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears?
Trust me, I'm telling you stories. ... I can change the story. I am the story.
True art, when it happens to us, challenges the 'I' that we are. A love-parallel would be just; falling in love challenges the reality to which we lay claim, part of the pleasure of love and part of i...
Travellers at least have a choice. Those who set sail know that things will not be the same as at home. Explorers are prepared. But for us, who travel along the blood vessels, who come to the cities o...
Travellers at least have a choice. Those who set sail know that thingswill not be the same as at home. Explorers are prepared. But for us,who travel along the blood vessels, who come to the cities of...
To love someone else enough to forget about yourself even for one moment is to be free.
To escape from the weight of the world, I leave my body where it is, in conversation or at dinner, and walk through a series of winding streets to a house standing back from the road.
To borrow against the trust someone has placed in you costs nothing at first. You get away with it, you take a little more and a little more until there is no more to draw on. Oddly, your hands should...
Time has no meaning, space and place have no meaning, on this journey. All times can be inhabited, all places visited. In a single day the mind can make a millpond of the oceans. Some people who have...
This is the city of uncertainty, where routes and faces look alike and are not. Death will be like that. We will forever be recognizing people we have never met. But darkness and death are not the sam...
This is one reason why it remains anarchic even at its most canonised. The modern world is Time’s fool. Art is master of itself. But, you may say, who has long hours for a book these days? The answer...