Of her blood. Oh, I do not say these are
Whom now would I love, and who would love me?
To, że tu jestem, wynika po prostu z potrzeby, żeby nigdzie nie być.
To take possession of a city of which you are not a native you must first fall in love there.
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.
Sto leggendo Diderot anche riguardo agli attori e alla recitazione. Lui sapeva quanta vita passiamo a recitare una parte. Concepiva la vita come una forma di ipocrisia necessaria, in cui ciascuno reci...
Sleep is uncanny, I have always found it so, a nightly dress-rehearsal for being dead.
Of the things we fashioned for them that they might be comforted, dawn is the one that works.
Lately I had been finding it hard to understand the simplest things people said to me, as if what they were speaking in were a form of language I did not recognise; I would know the words but could no...
It is in the forms of the living that the dead most convincingly haunt us.
I think I am becoming my own ghost.
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...
Byłem zawsze wyróżniającym się nikim, którego bezwzględnym życzeniem było stać się niewyróżniającym się kimś.
All my life I have lied. I lied to escape, I lied to be loved, I lied for placement and power; I lied to lie. It was a way of living; lies are life's almost-anagram.
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...
Yes, this is what I thought adulthood would be, a kind of long indian summer, a state of tranquility, of calm incuriousness, with nothing left of the barely bearable raw immediacy of childhood, all th...
When you have once seen the chaos, you must make some thing to set between yourself and that terrible sight; and so you make a mirror, thinking that it shall be reflected the reality of the world; but...
When he was young, the lesson learned from his mother, as much by cuffs as caresses, was that love is action--what you do, not what you feel--but perhaps, he thinks now, it was a false lesson, and tha...