By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being.
But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.
But we still find the world astounding, we can't get enough of it; even as it shrivels, even as its many lights flicker and are extinguished (the tigers, the leopard frogs, the plunging dolphin flukes...
But they had a money value: they represented a cash profit to others. They must have sensed that--sensed that they were worth something.
But the waves kept moving, with the white wake of the ship traced in them for an instant, and then smoothed over by the water. And it was as if my own footsteps were being erased behind me, the footst...
But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. Maybe
But mostly she likes the fact that there's a reason for every death, and only one murderer at a time, and things get figured out at the end, and the murderer always gets caught.
But despite everything, we didn't do badly by one another, we did as well as most. I wish she were here, so I could tell her I finally know this.
But compassion takes work, and we were young.
Books and characters in books, pictures and elements in pictures—they all have families and ancestors, just like people.
Blondes are like white mice, you only find them in cages. They wouldn’t last long in nature. They’re too conspicuous.
Bir yumruk onu meydana getiren parmakların toplamından fazla bir şeydir.
Besides, who would think of marrying a mothball? A question my mother put to me often, later, in other forms.
Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious. They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognized. Then, later, they spring.
As we know from the study of history, no new system can impose itself upon a previous one without incorporating many of the elements to be found in the latter, as witness the pagan elements in medieva...
Another friend of mine used to maintain that airplanes stayed up in the air only because people believed—against reason—that they could fly: without that collective delusion sustaining them, they woul...
All she wants is a miracle, because anything else is hopeless.
All hearts float in their owndeep oceans of no light,wetblack and glimmering,their four mouths gulping like fish.Hearts are said to pound:this is to be expected, the heart’sregular struggle against be...
A rebuke, a palpable rebuke! How dare she? He was already middle-aged when she was born! He could have been her father! He could have been her child molester!
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.