The gym cat appears to those who will die. He is our totem. This thought came to me a few weeks ago. I shared it with no one of course.
THANK YOU but please do not write again. And do not call. I have had enough of you.
See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be
Mulheres eram especialistas em chorar, assim como os homens eram humilhados e impedidos de chorar. Mulheres eram purificadas pelo choro, assim como os homens eram maculados e manchados pelo choro.
It's a taboo subject. How the dead are betrayed by the living. We who are living--we who have survived--understand that our guilt is what links us to the dead. At all times we can hear them calling to...
It was remarkable to Julia—(it did not hurt or offend her, but only amused her)—how Ryan’s family managed to take photographs or videos of themselves that excluded her.
It is required that we must be fiercely beloved by one individual in order to exist: for Sabbath, Haley was that individual.
I don't want anything from you but the fact of you.
But thinking it my duty to stretch the flayed skin of my childhood on some sort of skeleton of convention
Because nothing between human beings is uncomplicated and there's no way to speak of human beings without simplifying and misrepresenting them.
All prices of all things—at least, useless beautiful things like rare books—are inherently absurd, rooted in the human imagination and in the all-too-human predilection to desperately want what others...
All actors are whores.They want only one thing: to seduce you.
A fear of the unknown: what was that called?Worse yet: a fear of the known.
You never give such relationships a thought, To give a thought, to take a thought is a function of dissociation, distance. You can't exercise memory until you've removed yourself from memory's source.
We’re sick of ourselves.
Its somewhat austere and even forbidding limestone exterior,
[...] aunque sí puedo aceptar la proposición según la cual la vida es una metáfora del boxeo —en uno de esos combates que siguen y siguen, asalto tras asalto, jabs o golpes rápidos, golpes errados, en...
You who are non-believers rely upon us, to confirm your sense of superiority. You need to imagine us as unchanged, unchangeable.
Yet I will make you all love me and I will punish myself to spite your love.
Why should I want what's good for me?' Beatrice asked him, smiling. 'Is that what you want for yourself - only what's good for you?