Those in favour rarely stayed in favour; it was just a question of when they fell.
This [...] isn`t something I actually saw, but what you end up remembering isn`t always the same as what you witnessed.
There is the question of accumulation, but not in the sense that Adrian meant, just the simple adding up and adding on of life. And as the poet pointed out, there is a difference between addition and...
There is accumulation. There is responsibility. And beyond these, there is unrest. There is great unrest.
The time-deniers say: forty's nothing, at fifty you're in your prime, sixty's the new forty, and so on. I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on t...
The question of subjective versus objective interpretation, the fact that we need to know the history of the historian in order to understand the version that is being put in front of us.
The mechanism of natural selection depends on the survival, not of the strongest, nor the most intelligent, but of the most adaptable.
The heap of dirty dishes was normal for Arthur, who had applied for a reduction in his water rate on the grounds that he washed up only every fortnight, and then used the leftover liquid for watering...
Strange how, when you are young, you owe no duty to the future; but when you are old, you owe a duty to the past. To the one thing you can’t change.
So, you see, we’re a played-out generation. All the best ones went. We were left with the lesser ones. It’s always like that in war. That’s why it’s up to your generation now.
So now, contended indifference before Middlesbrough against Slovan Bratislava coexisted with a craving for an art in which violent, overwhelming, hysterical and destructive emotion was the norm.
Perhaps I just feel safer with the history that’s been more or less agreed upon. Or perhaps it’s that same paradox again: the history that happens underneath our noses ought to be the clearest, and ye...
O único que eu sei: que existe o tempo obxectivo, pero tamén o subxectivo, o que levamos contra o interior do pulso, ao lado de onde se senten os latexos. E este tempo persoal, que é o tempo auténtico...
My train was late, slowed by the usual Sunday engineering work. I got home in the early evening. I remember that I had a bloody good long shit.
Logic: yes, where is logic? Where is it, for instance, in the next moment of my story?
La vida no es sólo una suma y una resta. Es también la acumulación, la multiplicación de pérdidas, de fracasos.
Jedan drugi prijatelj je umro, iznenada, katastrofalno, pored pokretne trake za prtljag na nekom stranom aerodromu. Njegova žena je otišla po kolica, kada se vratila, gomila ljudi je bila okupljena ok...
Jake, who is both fitter and more hedonistic than me, once told me what they say about martinis: One's perfect. Two's too many. And three's not enough.
It’s a condition of our mortality. We have codes of manners to allay and minimise it, jokes and routines, and so many forms of diversion and distraction. But there is panic and pandemonium waiting to...
Ipak, ništa tako ne može da natera ljude da pametno misle kao dobra katastrofa.