Earlier in the day, while killing some hours by circling in blue ballpoint ink every uppercase M in the front section of a month-old New York Times, Chip had concluded that he was behaving like a depr...
Each new thing he encountered in life impelled him in a direction that fully convinced him of its rightness, but then the next new thing loomed up and impelled him in the opposite direction, which als...
Dogs again had it right. They didn’t trouble themselves with mysteries that could never be solved anyway.
Birds were like dinosaurs' better selves. They had short lives and long summers. We all should be so lucky as to leave behind such heirs.
Because after all, Bob said, any wealth gained by a person beyond what he can produce by his own labor must have come at the expense of nature or at the expense of another person. Look around. Look at...
Attempting to write an honest essay doesn't alter the multiplicity of my selves. What changes, if I take the time to stop and measure, is that my multi-selved identity acquires substance.
As one anthropologist pointed out to me, trauma is usually a group experience, so trauma recovery should be a group experience as well. But in our society it’s not.
As if sustained and too-direct contact with time's raw passage could scar the nerves permanently, like staring at the sun.
Around her ribs and waist were curves of the kind that wind carves in snowdrifts.
And yet: guilt must be the most monstrous of human quantities, because what I did to relieve my guilt then—stay in the marriage—was precisely the thing I felt guiltiest about later, when the marriage...
And meanwhile the sad truth was that not everyone could be extraordinary, not everyone could be extremely cool; because whom would this leave to be ordinary?
And if you sat at the dinner table long enough, whether in punishment or in refusal or simply in boredom, you never stopped sitting there. Some part of you sat there all your life.
And if the world refused to square with his version of reality then it was necessarily an uncaring world, a sour and sickening world, a penal colony, and he was doomed to be violently lonely in it. He...
Alfred believed that the real and the true were a minority that the world was bent on exterminating.
With nothing left to relish or discover, he just might die of boredom.Elective ignorance was a great survival skill, perhaps the greatest.
She felt that nothing could kill her hope now, nothing. She was seventy-five and she was going to make some changes in her life.
It's doubtful that anyone with an internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.
Хора, прииждаха от всички страни. Перуански музиканти свиреха на хармоники и барабани на Юниън Скуеър. Пожарникари кимаха строго на събраните край паметната плоча за 11 септември пред участъка. Две же...
А това с кредитните карти - продължи Пати. - Използват кредитни карти дори и само за пакетче дъвки. Парите в брой са толкова демоде! Ако плащаш в брой, трябва поне да можеш да събираш и изваждаш. Да о...
Since a person couldn’t exist in two places at once, the more he existed as the Internet’s image of him, the less he felt like he existed as a flesh-and-blood person.