You keep asking me that, she said sharply. No. I don’t care to notify anyone. I can’t bear a crowd of relatives around me. I threw away that damned corset in a trash can. I won’t return to that. There
What is technique but the absence of passion?
Were you wounded when your marriage collapsed? When your love collapsed? Or does love never collapse, only just fade gradually away?
Unfamiliar places could be more dangerous than familiar places, unexpectedly. The boy had been discovering that an unfamiliar place was more easily haunted than a familiar place simply because there w...
To watch boxing closely, and seriously, is to risk moments of what might be called animal panic—a sense not only that something very ugly is happening but that, by watching it, one is an accomplice. T...
The murderer is not protected! He is vulnerable. TO
The minutiae of our lives! Telephone calls, errands, appointments. None of these is of the slightest significance to others and but fleetingly to us yet they constitute such a portion of our lives, it...
The folly of war is that it can have no natural end except in the extinction an entire people.
The coolly calibrated manipulation of the credulous American public, by an administration bent upon stoking paranoid patriotism!
The Bog Kingdom. Bidding him enter! Ah, enter! There, all wishes are fulfilled. The more forbidden, the more delicious.
That's how a thing starts out real then ends up just an idea.
Messes are made by people who want but don't know what they want, let alone how to get it.
In all marriages there is the imbalance: one who loves more than the other. One who licks wounds in secret, the rust-taste of blood.
If marriage is a masquerade, there is the very real danger that masks may slip. The
Ian...paused for a moment on the threshold and stared, overcome by a sudden sense of confronting, not the men and women who were his friends, but a gathering of souls. How strange we are to one anothe...
I think we are all cats with nine lives, or even more. We must rejoice in our elusive catness.
I learned you don't discover the evidence of any cause in its result.
I have no inner life. I have no ‘intimate’ life. I am just what I-what to do. I move from one habitation to another like one of those-is it herit crabs? Taking up residence in others shells.(…)Others’...
I am the presence standing here at this juncture of Time & Space—who else? & that night in my sand-colored 1987 Ford van with the American flag decal covering the rear window cruising Cedar Street, Da...
Everything is entirely in Nature, and Nature is entire in everything. She has her center in every brute. —SCHOPENHAUER The