The next day, all that stopped him from feeling pure exultance was the question: had it been too easy?
Some Englishman once said that marriage is a long dull meal with the pudding served first.
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.
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...
One small revenge might be to die and show no signs of having died.
Nu cred că mi-ar plăcea un zeu dezaprobator. Oricum ai parte de destulă dezaprobare în viață. Milă, iertare și-nțelegere - de astea avem nevoie. Și de ideea unui plan de ansamblu.
Not that this let me off the hook. My younger self had come back to shock my older self with what that self had been, or was, or was sometimes capable of being. And only recently I’d been going on abo...
Not over-interested in domestic matters, it was true; but then neither was he. In a novel, all his life's anxieties, his mixture of strength and weakness, his potential for hysteria--all would have be...
Metti insieme due persone che insieme non sono mai state; a volte il mondo cambia e a volte no. Può darsi che si schiantino e prendano fuoco, o che prendano fuoco e si schiantino. Ma a volte, invece,...
Lịch sử không phải là những dối trá của kẻ chiến thắng, như tôi từng liến thoắng bảo đảm với thầy Joe Hunt Già ; giờ thì tôi đã biết điều đó rồi. Đúng hơn thì nó là ký ức của những kẻ sống sót, mà phầ...
Life was the cat that dragged the parrot downstairs by its tail; his head banged against every step.
Je zit er nog middenin. Je zult er altijd middenin blijven zitten. Nee, niet letterlijk. Maar in je hart. Niets houdt ooit op, niet als het zo diep is gaan zitten. Je zult altijd met een open wond bli...
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.
I’ve always thought you are what you are and you shouldn’t pretend to be anyone else. But Oliver used to correct me and explain that you are whoever it is you’re pretending to be.
It was perfectly possible to be an artist, yet also to be robust and responsible.
Isn’t growing up a necessary process of losing one’s innocence? Maybe, maybe not. But the trouble with life is, you rarely know when that loss is going to happen, do you? And how it will be, afterward...
Irony - The modern mode: either the devil’s mark or the snorkel of sanity.
If a man cannot tell what he wants to do, then he must find out what he ought to do. If desire has become complicated, then hold fast to duty.
I tried to explain about refusing an unsought gift, about action versus passivity.
I had wanted life not to bother me too much, and had succeeded—and how pitiful that was.