Você tem o desejo de pôr a culpa neles, nos que foram assassinados. Sem dúvida que deseja pôr a culpa em qualquer mulher nua e estrangulada na própria cama.
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...
The writer understands how deeply mysterious the 'familiar' really is. How strangely opaque, what we've seen a thousand times. And how inconsolable a loss, when the taken-for-granted is finally taken...
The novel is the affliction for which only the novel is the cure.
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.
So we invent reasons for the unreasonable. We are rationalists of the irrational. It
She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.
Recently she had been going through a period of adolescent melancholia, often talking with her mother, a nurse, about death. She would, she hoped, be some day reincarnated as a cat.
Nunca soube de ninguém que tenha tido a vida salva por um bebê.
Nowhere in a hospital can you walk without blundering into the memory pools of strangers—their dread of what was imminent in their lives, their false hopes, the wild elation of their hopes, their sudd...
It was a very American story, somehow. 'Lost.' Each community had such stories. Possibly, each family.
I'm Legs Sadovsky I'm FOXFIRE I don't fuck around with guys.
I was trying not to be happy, hopeful. I did not believe I deserved happiness or even hope, if you knew my soul.
I think we are all cats with nine lives, or even more. We must rejoice in our elusive catness.
I know that there are many essential biological differences between the sexes, of course. But not so many ‘culturally-mandated’ differences. In First World countries we’ve evolved beyond mere biology...
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?
For his part, the stranger was drifting in Annabel’s direction, yet not very deliberately. As if, in some way, he were being drawn to her, by some (unconscious) motion or motive of Annabel herself. Wh...
Did you know, Marianne: how by breaking the code that day, you broke it forever? For us all?