And the magisterial presence of all those words stopped her in her tracks.
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.
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.
Élem a magam életét, nyalogatom a saját sebeimet. Lehet, hogy nem ez a legjobb megoldás, de én ilyen vagyok.
That since Cecilia’s suicide, the Lisbons could hardly wait for night to forget themselves in sleep.
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 were happy when Joe the Retard showed up. He arrived on his mother’s arm, wearing his baggy Bermuda shorts and his blue baseball cap, and as usual he was grinning with the face he shared with every...
We had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us... calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death...
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...
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...
There had never been a funeral in our town before, at least not during our lifetimes. The majority of dying had happened during the Second World War when we didn't exist and our fathers were impossibl...
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.
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.