Élem a magam életét, nyalogatom a saját sebeimet. Lehet, hogy nem ez a legjobb megoldás, de én ilyen vagyok.
Within the frosted bushes. It was only in
That since Cecilia’s suicide, the Lisbons could hardly wait for night to forget themselves in sleep.
And she had succeeded, on the second try, in hurling herself out of the world.
Words, words, word. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empire. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone. Fo...
With most people suicide is like Russian roulette. Only one chamber has a bullet. With the Lisbon girls, the gun was loaded. A bullet for family abuse. A bullet for genetic predisposition. A bullet fo...
When Annie flirted she didn’t always admit to herself that she was flirting. Sometimes she preferred to suspend her mental faculties so that she could flirt, as it were, without her mind watching. It...
We're all made up of many parts, other halves. Not just me.
Una bala por presión familiar. Una bala por predisposición genética. Una bala por malestar histórico. Una bala por un impulso inevitable. Las otras dos balas son imposibles de nombrar, pero esto no qu...
Ugye, megmondtam, hogy a jó szerencsére mindig bánat jön!
They were moving along like that, each cupping a hold of the other. In Madeleine's face was a stupidity Mitchell had never seen before. It was the stupidity of all normal people. It was the stupidity...
There were some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the collar and speak only of the truest things. A Confession was a book like that. In it, Tolstoy related a Russian fable ab...
Somebody out of touch with reality, when she jumped she probably thought she’d fly.
She may have looked normal on the outside, but once you'd seen her handwriting you knew she was deliciously complicated inside.
Part of my interest was zoological. I's never seen a creature with so many freckles before. A Big Bang had occurred, originating at the bridge of her nose, and the force of this explosion had sent gal...
On the floors above Delivery, in flowerless rooms, women lay recovering from hysterectomies and mastectomies. Teenage girls with burst ovarian cysts nodded out on morphine. It was all around me from t...
Olive trees are intimate creatures, eloquent in their twistedness. It's easy to understand why the ancients believed human spirits could be trapped inside them.
Normality wasn't normal. It couldn't be. If normality were normal, everybody could leave it alone. They could sit back and let normality manifest itself.
Mitchell had answered that, as far as he understood them, mystical experiences were significant only to the extent that they changed a person's conception of reality, and if that changed conception le...
Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions. Germanic traincar constructions like, say, the hap...