It's good to have friends in life. If you want to have friends, you have to remember that nobody's perfect.
It was Andreas’s gift, maybe his greatest, to find singular
If time was infinite, then three seconds and three years represented the same infinitely small fraction of it.
Ever since he’d discovered a secret passageway out of self-alienation, in the form of giving himself pleasure while also receiving it, he’d increasingly resented any activity that took him away from i...
An odd thing about beauty, however, is that it's absence tends not to arouse our sympathy as much as other forms of privation do.
Не мислеше, че е станала алкохоличка. Не беше алкохоличка. Просто заприличваше на баща си, който понякога търсеше спасение от близките си в чашката. Навремето Уолтър нямаше нищо против, че тя изпива с...
There are few things harder to imagine than other people’s conversations about yourself.
My chances with moral vanity, Stephen interrupted, when the alternative is
Walking is broken falls, the body leaning, the legs advancing to catch it.
The simple fact of the matter is that trying to be perfectly likable is incompatible with loving relationships. Sooner or later, for example, you’re going to find yourself in a hideous, screaming figh...
The pain was quite extraordinary. And yet also weirdly welcome and restorative, bringing him news of his aliveness and his caughtness in a story larger than himself.
The house felt more like a body—softer, more mortal and organic—than like a building
The following afternoon, alone in their room, and oppressed by not yet having made the promised call to Connie...
The fantastic thing about Andreas is he knows the Internet is the greatest truth device ever. And what does it tell us? That everything in the society actually revolves about women, not men.
The conservatives won. They turned the Democrats into a center-right party. They got the entire country singing 'God Bless America,' stress on God, at every single major-league baseball game. They won...
Taken together, the animals reminded Pip that she was an animal herself; the multitude of shames she’d left behind in Oakland seemed of smaller consequence at Los Volcanes.
Sometimes I think my life is nothing but one long process of bodily betrayal.
Some of the most influential novels of recent years, by Rachel Cusk and Karl Ove Knausgaard, take the method of self-conscious first-person testimony to a new level. Their more extreme admirers will t...
She’d visited the Continent five times on vacation and twice on business trips with Alfred, so about a dozen times altogether, and to friends planning tours of Spain or France she now liked to say, wi...
She wondered: How could people respond to these images if images didn't secretly enjoy the same status as real things? Not that images were so powerful, but that the world was so weak. It could be rea...