We lost them in the vastness of their dresses and found them again, squeezed the pulp of their bodies and inhaled the perfume of their exertion. A few of us grew brave enough to insert our legs betwee...
Though he’d never been religious, he realized now that he’d always believed in the soul, in a force of personality that survived death. But as his mind continued to waver, to short-circuit, he finally...
They're just memories now. Time to write them off.
The world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season.
The sonogram didn't exist at the time; the spoon was the next best thing.
The humming of my parents' voices from behind my bedroom wall, which throughout my childhood had filled me with a sense of security, had now become a source of anxiety and panic.
Still point of the turning world.
Speramus meliora; resurgret cineribus. We hope for better things; it will rise from the ashes,
Sourmelina's secret (as Aunt Zo put it): 'Lina was one of those women they named the island after.
Nagyapámnak viszont sokkal szörnyűbb valósághoz kellett hozzászoknia. Fogta a kezemet, hogy el ne essen, a fák és bokrok jobbra-balra korcsolyáztak szédülő szeme előtt, és eközben hirtelen ráébredt, h...
Miért tanulunk történelmet? Azért, hogy megértsük a jelent vagy azért, hogy megússzuk?
Luce put his hand on the small of my back. Men have an annoying way of doing that. They touch your back as though there's a handle there, and direct you where they want you to go. Or they place their...
Lefty had seen Desdemona undress many times, but usually as no more than a shadow and never in moonlight. She had never curled onto her back like this, lifting her feet to take off her shoes. He watch...
Her father was about to have a heart attack, and my memories of her are now tinged with a blue wash of misfortune that hadn't quite befallen her at the time. She was standing bare-legged in the jungly...
Figures. They let you in for free. Then you gotta pay for the rest of your life.
El doctor Armonson le cosió los cortes de las muñecas y a los cinco minutos de la transfusión la declaró fuera de peligro. Tras acariciarle la barbilla, le dijo:-¿Qué haces aquí, guapa? Si todavía no...
Dr. Philbosian smelled like an old couch, of hair oil and spilled soup, of unscheduled naps.
Discussing it later, many of us felt we suffered a mental dislocation at that moment, which only grew worse through the course of the remaining deaths. The prevailing symptom of this state was an inab...
College wasn't like the real world. In the real world people dropped names based on their renown. In college, people dropped names based on their obscurity.
But it rained all the time, fog covered the fields, and by then he was reading Tolstoy. There were some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the collar and speak only of the tru...