I met a girl while I was out there: Annie. She was American, travelling round like me. We hooked up, as she put it, and spent three months together. She wore plaid shirts, had grey-green eyes and a fr...
I have always tried to live in an ivory tower, but a tide of shit is beating at its walls, threatening to undermine it.
How easy it was to be a Communist when you weren’t living under Communism!
Está la cuestión de la soledad. Pero no es como te la imaginas (si alguna vez has intentado imaginarla). Hay dos tipos de soledad esenciales: la de quienes no han encontrado a nadie a quien amar, y la...
Early on, she had told him, tenderly, that she had been attracted to him because he was pure and open. But if this didn’t make her love him as much as he loved her, then he wished it were otherwise. N...
Early in life, the world divides crudely into those who have had sex and those who haven't. Later, into those who have known love, and those who haven't. Later still - at least, if we are lucky (or, o...
Does character develop over time? In novels, of course it does: otherwise there wouldn't be much of a story. But in life? I sometimes wonder. Our attitudes and opinions change, we develop new habits a...
Dingen die eenmaal weg zijn, kunnen niet teruggehaald worden, dat wist hij nu wel. Een klap, eenmaal uitgedeeld, kan niet worden ingetrokken. Woorden, eenmaal uitgesproken, kunnen niet onuitgesproken...
Daha önce bir araya getirilmemiş iki kişiyi bir araya getirebilirsiniz. Bu bazen ateşle çalışan bir balona, hidrojenle çalışan bir balonu bağlamanın şu ilk denemesinde olduğu gibi bir şeydir; yere çak...
Compliments of the season to you, and may the acid rain fall on your joint and anointed heads.
Belki de her türlü ortak motifi ortadan kaldıran keder daha da fazlasını ortadan kaldırıyor: ortak motiflerin var olduğuna olan inancı.
At times it feels as if life itself is the greatest loser, the true bereaved party, because it is no longer subjected to that radiant curiosity of hers.
At best you have one of those debilitating conditions which come in many forms, and which some people decline to admit actually exist.
And that’s a life, isn’t it? Some achievements and some disappointments.
And since the griefstruck rarely know what they need or want, only what they don’t, offence-giving and offence-taking are common.
And mental states may be inferred from actions. The tyrant rarely sends a handwritten note requesting the elimination of an enemy.
And everything you do, or might achieve thereafter, is thinner, weaker, matters less. There is no echo coming back; no texture, no resonance, no depth of field.
An English silence—one in which all the unspoken words are perfectly understood by both parties—prevailed.
Ah, the rheumy-eyed grandpa on the terraces inducting the lad into the mysteries of soccer: how to loathe people wearing different coloured shirts, how to feign injury, how to blow your snot onto the...
A pier is a disappointed bridge; yet stare at it for long enough and you can dream it to the other side of the Channel.