He feels the need to hear a human voice—a fully human voice like his own. Sometimes he laughs like a hyena or roars like a lion—his idea of a hyena his idea of a lion.
Gain ten pounds and they put you in Solitary.
Falling in love, I said. Falling into it, we all did then, one way or another. How could we have made such light of it? Sneered even. As if it was trivial for us, a frill, whim. It was, on the contrar...
Did we make thembecause we needed to love someoneand could not love each other?
Constance did not have a bun. She didn’t need one. She more or less was a bun: neat and contained, and then so tumultuous when unleashed.
Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.
How much needless despair has been caused by a series of biological mismatches, a misalignment of the hormones and pheromones? Resulting in the fact that the one you love so passionately won't or can'...
Is a futile word. It's about what didn't happen. It belongs in a parallel universe. It belongs in another dimension of space.
A divorce is like an amputation: you survive it but there's less of you.
Pearls are congealed oyster spit.
The answers you get from literature depend on the questions you pose.
We still think of a powerful man as a born leader and a powerful woman as an anomaly.
But my dreaming self refuses to be consoled. It continues to wander, aimless, homeless, alone. It cannot be convinced of its safety by any evidence drawn from my waking life.
All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.All of them?Sure, he says. Think about it. There's escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, captur...
Popular art is the dream of society it does not examine itself.
You can't change the past,Aunt Lou used to say.Oh, but I wanted to;that was the one thing I really wanted to do
[H]aving a money value was no substitute for love.
You'll have to face it, the endings are the same however you slice it. Don't be deluded by any other endings, they're all fake, either deliberately fake, with malicious intent to deceive, or just moti...
You young people don't appreciate things, she'd say. You don't know what we had to go through, just to get you where you are. Look at him, slicing up the carrots. Don't you know how many women's lives...
You fit into melike a hook into an eye