Things that should never have happened, that seemed out of place and wrong, these were what prevailed, what endured, in the end. Gogol,
They are still the pictures of myself I like best, for they convey that confidence of youth I no longer possess, especially in front of a camera. I
The next time she visits her father she’ll speak to him in English. Were her mother ever to stand before her, even if Bela could choose any language on earth in which to speak, she would have nothing...
The givers and keepers of Gogol’s name are far from him now. One dead. Another, a widow, on the verge of a different sort of departure, in order to dwell, as his father does, in a separate world. She...
The cosmetics that had seemed superfluous were necessary now, not to improve her but to define her somehow.
She was unprepared for the landscape to be so altered. For there to be no trace of that evening, forty autumns ago.
She wanted to shut her eyes to it. She wished the days and months ahead of her would end. But the rest of her life continued to present itself, time ceaselessly proliferating. She was made to anticipa...
She is stunned that in this town there are no sidewalks to speak of, no streetlights, no public transportation, no stores for miles at at a time.
Rapidamente, simultaneamente, ele se apaixona por Maxine, pela casa e pelo modo de vida de Gerald e Lydia, pois conhecê-la e amá-la é conhecer e amar todas essas coisas.
Plato says the purpose of philosophy is to teach us how to die.
Pet names are a persistant remnant of childhood, a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated. They are a reminder, too, that one is not all things to all people.
Only then, forced at six months to confront his destiny, does he begin to cry.
Odd things made him love her.
Men require that you caress them with your expression
Maybe because from the creative point of view there is nothing so dangerous as security.
Like pregnancy, being a foreigner, Ashima believes, is something that elicits the same curiosity from strangers, the same combination of pity and respect.
It was similar to a feeling he used to experience long ago when, after months of translating with the aid of a dictionary, he would finally read a passage from a French novel, or an Italian sonnet, an...
It usually sits on the night table, so that I can easily look up an unknown word while I’m reading. This book allows me to read other books, to open the door of a new language. It accompanies me, even...
Isolation offered its own form of companionship
Is that what you think of when you think of me? Gogol asks him. Do I remind you of that night?Not at all, his father says eventually, one hand going to his ribs, a habitual gesture that has baffled Go...