Don’t you think it would have been easier just to stay the way you were? I lifted my face and looked into my mother’s eyes. And I told her: This is the way I was. You
Desdemona oli tottunut näkemään heidän siamilaisvarjonsa iltaisin vasten valkeaksi kalkittua talonseinää, ja aina kohdatessaan vain oman varjonsa hänestä tuntui kuin se olisi halkaistu kahtia.
Continuu sa cred ca aceste semne negre facute pe hartia alba poarta cea mai adanca semnificatie, ca daca o tin tot asa cu scrisul, as putea reusi sa prind curcubeul constiintei intr-un borcan.
But this was the thought of a depressive. An aspiring depressive, at the time. That was the odd thing about Leonard’s disease, the almost pleasurable way it began. At first his dark moods were closer...
At the time, infatuated with Nietzsche (and half asleep), Leonard didn't want to get into this argument, the truth of which wasn't that all religions were equally valid but that they were equally nons...
Antes era possível, em geral, dizer a nacionalidade da pessoa pela cara. A imigração acabou com isso. Depois ainda dava para descobrir a nacionalidade pelos sapatos. A globalização acabou com isso.
And in some of the houses, people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered. What really m...
Almost overnight it became laughable to read writers like Cheever or Updike, who wrote about the suburbia Madeleine and most of her friends had grown up in, in favor of reading the Marquis de Sade, wh...
All of a sudden America wasn't about hamburgers and hot rods anymore. It was about the Mayflower and Plymouth Rock. It was about something that had happened for two minutes four hundred years ago, ins...
All I know is this: despite my androgenized brain, there's an innate feminine circularity in the story I have to tell. In any genetic history. I'm the final clause in a periodic sentence, and that sen...
A természet sem tudott megvigasztalni. A külvilág véget ért. Bárhová is mentem volna, mindenütt csak magammal találkozom.
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 line from Barthes she remembered: Every lover is mad, we are told. But can we imagine a madman in love?
A girl's not a watermelon you plug a hole in to see if it's sweet.
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...
A large contingent of people majoring in English by default. Because they weren't left-brained enough for science, because history was too dry, philosophy too difficult, geology too petroleum-oriented...
Who are you, anyway?-Just someone who knows, from personal experience, how attractive it can be to think you can save somebody else by loving them.
But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant …) Spring
Жегата идва преди огъня. Смокините, струпани на кея, ненатоварени навреме, започват да се пекат, пускат мехурчета и сок. Сладкото се смесва с миризмата на дим.
Ördögi kör alakult ki: nem volt kit szeretni, hát nem volt többé szerelem, nem volt többé szerelem, nem születtek többé gyerekek, és mert nem születtek többé gyerekek, nem volt kit szeretni többé.