Just like ice, lives crack, too. Personalities. Identities. Jimmy Zizmo, crouching over the Packard's wheel has already changed past understanding.
It was convenient to call them snipers, because if they weren’t snipers, then what were they? The governor didn’t say it; the newspapers didn’t say it; the history books still do not say it, but I, wh...
It was as if her own heart had been surgically removed from her body and was being kept at a remote location, still connected to her and pumping blood through her veins, but exposed to dangers she cou...
It seemed like we were supposed to feel sorry for everything that ever happened, ever.
It had to do with Leonard. With how she felt about him and how she couldn't tell anyone. With how much she liked him and how little she knew about him. With how desperately she wanted to see him and h...
Inertes exceto quando removidos, batiam as asas com fúria entre nossos dedos e então voavam para se agarrar novamente a qualquer coisa, inertes outra vez
In the end he became as fragmentary as the poems of Sappho he never succeeded in restoring, and finally one morning he looked up into the face of the woman who’d been the greatest love of his life and...
I'm not sure, with a grandmother like mine, if you can ever become a true American in the sense of believing that life is about the pursuit of happiness.
I'd never been this close to the Obscure Object before. It was hard on my organism. My nervous system launched into Flight of the Bumblebee. The violins were sawing away in my spine. The timpani were...
I was already well acquainted with the splendors of her mouth. Smoking is good for that. You get a full display of the puckering, and the sucking. The tongue often makes an appearance, licking from th...
I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It's not the best way to live. But it's the way I am.
I hadn't gotten old enough yet to realize that living sends a person not into the future but back into the past, to childhood and before birth, finally, to commune with the dead.
I hadn't gotten old enough yet to realize that living sends a person not into the future but back into the past, to childhood and before birth, finally, to commune with the dead. You get older, you pu...
Downstairs, entertaining company, Desdemona heard her son’s clarinet and, as if orchestrating a harmony, let out a long sigh. For the last forty-five minutes Gus and Georgia Vasilakis and their daught...
Desdemona oli tottunut näkemään heidän siamilaisvarjonsa iltaisin vasten valkeaksi kalkittua talonseinää, ja aina kohdatessaan vain oman varjonsa hänestä tuntui kuin se olisi halkaistu kahtia.
Az életek is úgy repednek meg, ahogy a jég. Személyiségek. Egyéniségek.
As mulheres sabem o que significa ter um corpo. Compreendem suas dificuldades e fragilidades, suas glórias e seus prazeres. Os homens tratam o corpo como coisa só sua. Cuidam dele privadamente, mesmo...
A szülők dolga az, hogy fizikai vonásokat hagyjanak örökül gyerekeiknek, de az én meggyőződésem az, hogy ezen felül még egy csomó más mindent is áthagyományoznak: mozgatórugókat, forgatókönyveket, de...
A mente se autoedita. A mente se dá retoques. Habitar um corpo é diferente de estar fora dele. De fora, a gente pode olhar, inspecionar, comparar.
The novel had reached its apogee with the marriage plot and had never recovered from its disappearance. In the days when success in life had depended on marriage, and marriage had depended on money, n...