هذه الأخيرة ليست مما رأيته فعليا ، لكن ما تتذكره ليس هو بالضرورة ما حدث.
И знао је, дакле, да се све тачне дефиниције уметности односе искључиво на њу саму, а да све погрешне дефиниције приписују уметности неку одређену функцију.
Δεν μπορείς να γίνεις κάποιος άλλος χωρίς να πάψεις να είσαι αυτός που είσαι. Και αυτό κανένας δεν μπορεί να το αντέξει.
We must be precise with love, its language and its gestures. If it is to save us, we must look at it as clearly as we should learn to look at death
Finding another woman can bring an exceptional clarity of mind to a man all of a sudden.
Both her secret life and her despair lay in the same inner chamber of her heart, inaccessible to me.
Would you rather tear up your own expressions of love, or the ones you had received?
Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more; or love the less and suffer the less?
With a lover, a wife, when you find the worst - be it infidelity or lack of love, madness or the suicidal spark - you are almost relieved. Life is as I thought it was; shall we now celebrate this disa...
When we are young, we invent different futures for ourselves; when we are old, we invent different pasts for others.
When it comes to the dead, it is hard to retain, or posthumously acquire, treasuredom. Being a Great Writer in itself has little to do with the matter. The important factors are: 1) An ambassadorial q...
When I was a medical student some pranksters at an end-of-term dance released into the hall a piglet which had been smeared with grease. It squirmed between legs, evaded capture, squealed a lot. Peopl...
What he didn’t – or couldn’t – tell Joan was his terrifying discovery that love, by some ruthless, almost chemical process, could resolve itself into pity and anger.
We live in time—it holds us and moulds us—but I’ve never felt I understood it very well. And I’m not referring to theories about how it bends and doubles back, or may exist elsewhere in parallel versi...
We listen to what people say, we read what they write—that’s our evidence, that’s our corroboration. But if the face contradicts the speaker’s words, we interrogate the face. A shifty look in the eye,...
We could start, perhaps, with the seemingly simple question, What is History? Any thoughts, Webster?’ ‘History is the lies of the victors,’ I replied, a little too quickly. ‘Yes, I was rather afraid y...
We can study files for decades, but every so often we are tempted to throw up our hands and declare that history is merely another literary genre: the past is autobiographical fiction pretending to be...
Though always frank, the novelist was never wholly sincere.
This was one of the differences between the three of us and our new friend, We were essentially taking the piss, except when we were serious. He was essentially serious, except when he was taking the...
This movement to which he had dedicated his life could not be snuffed out by a few opportunists, a sackful of dollars and a cunt in the Kremlin. It was as old and as strong as the human spirit itself....