And by that time he had made the most terrifying discovery of his life, one which probably cast a shadow over all his subsequent relationships: the realization that most love, even the most ardent and...
Marriage is a long dull meal with the pudding served first.
هذه الأخيرة ليست مما رأيته فعليا ، لكن ما تتذكره ليس هو بالضرورة ما حدث.
زمان در حکم تثبیتکننده عمل نمیکند بلکه بیشتر حالت حلال دارد.
تاریخ دروغهای طرف پیروز نیست، بیشتر خاطرههای بازماندگان است که اکثرشان نه پیروز بودهاند و نه شکستخورده.
بزرگسالی هم مانند همه تغییرات سیاسی و تاریخی است که دیر یا زود مایه ناامیدی ما میشود.
Защо творбите ни подтикват да преследваме писателите? Защо не оставим хората на мира? Не можем ли да се задоволим само с книгите им?
Δεν μπορείς να γίνεις κάποιος άλλος χωρίς να πάψεις να είσαι αυτός που είσαι. Και αυτό κανένας δεν μπορεί να το αντέξει.
Lethargic meliorist;
But what you end up remembering isn’t always the same as what you have witnessed.
You put together two people who have not been put together before; and sometimes the world is changed, sometimes not. They may crash and burn, or burn and crash. But sometimes, something new is made,...
You may say, But wasn't this the Sixties? Yes, but only for some people, only in certain parts of the country.
You lose the world for a glance? Of course you do. That is what the world is for: to lose under the right circunstances.
You got your cheese, I hope? You won't mind a word of advice? Eat it. Don't put it in a plastic bag in the fridge and save it for visitors; before you know where you are it'll have swollen to three ti...
You can put it another way, of course; you always can.
Who was it said that the longer we live, the less we understand?
Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn't love. I don't know what you call it instead, but it isn't love.
When you’re young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that can’t make up their minds. Perhaps it’s a way of...
When we killed – or exiled – God, we also killed ourselves. Did we notice that sufficiently at the time? No God, no afterlife, no us. We were right to kill Him, of course, this long-standing imaginary...
When we fall in love, we hope - both egotistically and altruistically - that we shall be finally, truly seen: judged and approved. Of course, love does not always bring approval: being seen may just a...