It was not a wave but a smooth rolling swell that seemed to come up from the deeps, as if something vast down there had stirred itself.
It has always seemed to me a disgrace that the embarrassments of early life should continue to smart throughout adulthood with undiminished intensity. Is it not enough that our youthful blunders made...
I too could go, oh, yes, at a moment’s notice I could go and be as though I had not been, except that the long habit of living indisposeth me for dying,
I make my voyage out, far, far out, to the very brim, where a disc of water shimmers like molten coin against a coin-colored sky, and everything lifts, and sky and water merge invisibly. that is where...
Encline aux vérités qui tuent, elle n'avait nulle intention de blesser.
به رغم همهی تلاش و زحمت معماران، طراحان و مدیران، اتاقهای هتلها همیشه با بی صبری انتظار دارد که ما مسافران برویم، اتاقهای بیمارستان برعکس، از ما میخواهد که بمانیم و قانع باشیم.
Perhaps all of life is no more than a long preparation for the leaving of it. For
Of the things we fashioned for them that they might be comforted, dawn is the one that works.
Everything in the room seemed turned away from me in sullen resistance, averthing itself from my unwelcome return.
By the way, leafing through my dictionary I am struck by the poverty of language when it comes to naming or describing badness. Evil, wickedness, mischief, these words imply an agency, the conscious o...
This, I told myself, this is the way I shall be condemned to pass my days, turning over words, stray lines, fragments of memory, to see what might be lurking underneath them, as if they were so many f...
This is the mortal world. It is a world where nothing is lost, where all is accounted for while yet the mystery of things is preserved; a world where they may live, however briefly, however tenuously,...
The true workers all die in a fidget of frustration. So much to do, and so much left undone.
The past, I mean the real past, matters less than we pretend.
Oh, by the way, the plot: it almost slipped my mind. Charlie French bought my mother’s pictures cheap and sold them dear to Binkie Behrens, then bought them cheap from Binkie and sold them on to Max M...
I shall strip away layer after layer of grime -- the toffee-colored varnish and caked soot left by a lifetime of dissembling -- until I come to the very thing itself and know it for what it is. My sou...
He liked to bewilder his pupils, it was a form of tyranny.
And indeed nothing had happened, a momentous nothing, just another of the great world's shrugs of indifference.
When I started writing, I was a great rationalist and believed I was absolutely in control. But the older one gets, the more confused, and for an artist I think that is quite a good thing: you allow i...
Yet even without saying, each knew what the other was thinking, and, more acutely, what the other was feeling -- this is a further effect of our shared sorrow, this empathy, this mournful telepathy.