The world of evil is only as evil as we allow it to be.
An apple could make you laugh: You are so charming. On our lunch, we find our way along the crowded boulevard. You stop abruptly and pluck two green apples from someone selling them on the street. You...
Please let there be a heaven for everything that is too pitiful to believe.
Maybe that's why people have friends at all. Not because they like them so much but because they don't make them feel so much worse.
Maybe it was better to just go on believing everything was OK, even whenreally bad things were just about to happen.
It is what we see when we imagine what the afterlife must be like: our happiest triumphs, our most sincere moments, stolen from the seam of our lives, a respite just before the onset of imminent trage...
In our town—our town of shadows, our town of mystery—it seems our buildings have, without reason, begun to disappear completely. Still full of their loyal inhabitants, the buildings and the people all...
I figured Alan wasn’t really Alan anymore, that maybe the meds or the disease had made him someone else, someone more timid, someone I actually felt close to. I kept hoping that this would be it, that...
Хотите верьте, хотите нет, но в нашем городе есть одно место, откуда по ночам все еще видны звезды. Оно осталось одно на весь город — такое волшебное место, не затянутое облаками фабричного дыма, не з...
What I've learned is that there is nothing in this life that does not fail to disappoint us, even our own deaths.
I’ve been thinking alot and it’s not that anyone did anything wrong. We just didn’t know what we wanted. We weren’t thepeople we were supposed to be yet,
And he says, I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. And I think I realized that I’maverage, that there’s nothing remarkable about me. And I wanted to know if this is something otherpeople thin...
When she cries, it is quiet, tearless, almost completely imperceptible: one more unheard prayer.
Listen, I’m going to give you some advice, not because Ithink you need it, but because I feel like I’ve earned it. The right, I mean. To give advice. Here it is:don’t hold onto things. It’s a problem...
It is the strain of walking around the world-down the street, riding city buses and elevators, moving from place to place to place-and not knowing who might want to destroy you, who might like to fill...
His face almost looked the way it did when he was a teenager, when there was the subtle expression of both confidence and mischief in his darkly handsome eyes. When I think of him now, though, I don’t...
Почему, когда мы становимся взрослыми, нас так пугают загадки и тайны? Не потому ли, что с возрастом наши миры превращаются в миры повседневной рутины, безопасности и порядка? Не потому ли, что мы утв...
You scan the cheering bleachers for the strange boy’s face: handsome, reserved, with the eye patch, a little dramatic, a little scary. You finally find him sitting there in the middle of the sixth row...
Without death, there is hardly any threat strong enough to truly appreciate human life. He thinks: I am as good as dead--too afraid to live, only waiting, never taking a risk--I am as good as dead alr...
He wants to say: First ofall, you were wrong about pop music. And art and all of pop culture. And all kinds of things.Because all of it matters. Even if it is awful. Everybody knows all the bad movies...