He has that selfishness -- it's not even an honest selfishness, because he puts the blame on life and then enjoys being selfish with a free conscience.
I hate what G.P. calls the New People, the new class people with their cars and their money and their tellies and their stupid vulgarities and their stupid crawling imitations of the bourgeoisie.
Half by desipience, half by proclivity, he had come to live in a world where the only significant leisure activities were coupling and consuming. His batrachian lips pursed into a smile, and he dug ag...
She was trying to write a novel, it was so slow, you had to destroy so much and start again; so hard to discover whether one was really a writer or just a victim of a literary home environment.
Hemos estado completamente desnudos uno frente al otro... ¡No podemos estar más separados, sin embargo! Pero lo estamos,
The river of life, of mysterious laws and mysterious choice, flows past a deserted embankment; and along that other deserted embankment Charles now begins to pace, a man behind the invisible gun carri...
I had just written a letter to Alison, but already she seemed far away, not in distance, not in time, but in some dimension for which there is no name. Reality, perhaps.
We lack trust in the present, this moment, this actual seeing, because our culture tells us to trust only the reported back, the publicly framed, the edited, the thing set in the clearly artistic or t...
When you draw something it lives and when you photograph it it dies
– Ух какой громадный, – пробормотала она.
Ни пантеизма, ни гуманизма. Но нечто гораздо более объемное, безразличное и непостижимое. Эта реальность пребывала в вечном взаимодействии. Не добро и не зло; не красота и не безобразие. Ни влечения н...
I saw that this cataclysm must be an expiation for some barbarous crime of civilization, some terrible human lie. What the lie was, I had too little knowledge of history or science to know then. I kno...
I'm not really sorry. But I'm not absolutely unsorry.
It was not the mask I was afraid of...but of what lay behind the mask. The eternal source of all fear, all horror, all real evil, man himself
You may wonder how I had not seen it before. I believe I had. But to see something is not the same as to acknowledge it.
What you do blurs over what you did before.
When I was going on one day in the car about not having any close friends - using my favourite metaphor: the cage of glass between me and the rest of the world - she just laughed. 'You like it,' she s...
Just those three words, said and meant.I love you.
Birine bağırmak, hala bir bağın bulunduğunu gösterir.
It's like living in the Arabian Nights. Being the favourite in the harem. But the one perfume you really want is freedom.
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