You never get over it, but you get to where it doesn't bother you so much.
When you stood between somebody you loved and death, it was hard to be awake and it was hard to sleep.
When she smiled, her mouth showed too many teeth, but at night Trip Fontaine dreamed of being bitten by each one.
Une femme n'est pas une pastèque dans laquelle on fait un trou pour voir si elles est sucrée.
They had killed themselves over our dying forests, over manatees maimed by propellers as they surfaced to drink from garden hoses; they had killed themselves at the sight of used tires stacked higher...
The window gave onto a view of dove-gray roofs and balconies, each one containing the same cracked flowerpot and sleeping feline. It was as if the entire city of Paris had agreed to abide by a single...
Something sick at the heart of the country had infected the girls. Our parents thought it had to do with our music, our godlessness, or the loosening of morals regarding sex we hadn't even had.
Only the Lisbon house remained dark, a tunnel, an emptiness, past our smoke and flames.
My change from girl to boy was far less dramatic than the distance anybody travels from infancy to adulthood.
It was probably true that he objectified women. He thought about them all the time, didn't he? He looked at them a lot. And didn't all this thinking and looking involve their breasts and lips and legs...
I should also mention, with the vestigial pang of a once flat-chested girl, Desdemona's voluptuous figure.
He didn't understand how she had bewitched him, nor why having done so she promptly forgot his existence, and in desperate moods he asked his mirror why the only girl he was crazy about was the only g...
Ha a feje megtelt zenével, végre el tudott szabadulni a testétől.
For the eternity that Lux Lisbon looked at him, Trip Fontaine looked back, and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive real life, still plagued...
Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.
As he responded to the essay questions, Mitchell kept bending his answers toward their practical application. He wanted to know why he was here, and how to live. It was the perfect way to end your col...
And yet sometimes she worried about those musty old books were doing to her. Some people majored in English to prepare for law school. Others became journalists.
Wouldn't it be nice to be done with it? To be done with sex and longing? Mitchell could almost imagine pulling it off, sitting on a bridge at night with the Seine flowing by. He looked up at all the l...
When you're five, you've only been alive a couple thousand days. But by the time you're fifty, you've lived around twenty thousand days. So a day when you're five seems longer because it's a greater p...
They made us participate in their own madness,because we couldn't help but retrace their steps, rethink their thoughts, and see that none of them led to us.