I don't ever want to get old. Spare me that. Have you the power? No, even you don't have the power, alas.
Everyone has their love story. Everyone. It may have been a fiasco, it may have fizzled out, it may never even have got going, it may have been all in the mind, that doesn't make it any less real. Som...
Am I to be a king, or just a pig?' Gustave writes in his . At nineteen, it always looks as simple as this. There is the life, and then there is the not-life; the life of ambition served, or the life o...
Уметност припада сваком и ником. Уметност припада сваком времену и не припада ниједном. Уметност припада онима који је стварају и онима који је доживљавају. Уметност је шапат историје, који надјачава...
What you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.
My name is Stuart, and I remember everything.
Jis buvo gilesnio proto ir griežtesnio būdo nei aš. Logiškai mąstė, o paskui elgėsi remdamasis logiška išvada. Tačiau daugelis iš mūsų, įtariu, daro priešingai: priima instinktyvų sprendimą, paskui ku...
He always thought that Touie's long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. In...
Back in 'my day'—though I didn't claim ownership of it at the time, still less do I now . . .
Perhaps grief, which destroys all patterns, destroys even more: the belief that any patterns exist. But we cannot, I think, survive without such belief. So each of us must pretend to find, or re-erect...
Fossicking
This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn't turn out to be like Literature. Look at our parents--were they the stuff of Literature? At best, they might aspire to the condition of onlookers and b...
Mes baigėme mokyklą, pasižadėjome draugauti visą gyvenimą ir nuėjome skirtingais keliais
The reward of merit is not life’s business.
There is violence in this supposedly tender heart of mine.
Remember the botched brothel-visit in L’Education sentimentale and remember its lesson. Do not participate: happiness lies in the imagination, not the act. Pleasure is found first in anticipation, lat...
Reading is a majority skill but a minority art.
Not merely hope, but any burdensome yearning: ambition, hatred, love (especially love) - how rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; ho...
Medicine then must have been such an exciting, desperate, violent business; nowadays it is all pills and bureaucracy.
Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time.