In slow drowning waves the knowledge washed over Cressida, her professor did not think that she was so special after all. He didn't know her father Zeno. Was that it?
In our marriage it was our practice not to share anything that was upsetting, depressing, demoralizing, tedious—unless it was unavoidable. Because so much in a writer’s life can be distressing—negativ...
Impossible not to imagine the dead observing us. Our love for them a soft, shimmering gossamar that trails behind us.
I would know of myself through the witnessing and naming of others. As Jesus in the Gospels is only seen and spoken of and recorded by others. I would know my existence and the value of that existence...
I will be the clinician of my own pathology.
He was sentimental about women. It infuriated him that any man, let alone a minister, could behave so selfishly on his honeymoon.
Fortunately, the clinical diagnosis ADD didn’t exist when I was a child, and restless children were not medicated, or I might have been narcotized at an early age, and my brain affected. (No one can t...
For, in movie logic, aesthetics has the authority of ethics: to be less than beautiful is sad, but to be willfully less than beautiful is immoral.
For writing is a solitary occupation, and one of its hazards is loneliness. But an advantage of loneliness is privacy, autonomy, freedom.
For isn't the artist by nature a revolutionary?
Considered in the abstract the boxing ring is an altar of sorts, one of those legendary spaces where the laws of a nation are suspended: inside the ropes, during an officially regulated three-minute r...
Always, it was claimed of her, she was strong and she was capable. You are not loved for being strong and capable if you are a female but if you are a female and you are strong and capable you will ma...
And much more interesting.
Your punishment if you're a woman. Not loved enough.
You wake up one morning, those years are gone. There's a comfort in this fact perhaps. I want to think that there must be comfort in all facts we can't alter.
Without anyone to talk to, a person is not quite real. Sounds are very important - we are like bats tapping at each other with sounds, making sure there is someone there, groping along. Sounds. Syllab...
Traição é uma coisa dolorosa. Traição é a ferida mais profunda. Traição é o que resta do amor depois que o amor acaba.
Secrets have always been easy for me, it's the opposite of secrets that is hard.
Paradox: how do we know what we have failed to see because we have no language to express it, thus we cannot know that we have failed to see it.
One thing it was not: love at first sight. He didn’t believe in such. He wasn’t a believer in romance, sentimental coincidences, meanings snatched out of the air. He certainly didn’t believe in destin...