Maybe the life I think I'm living is a paranoid delusion...Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.
Maybe that's what love is, I thought: it's being pissed off.
Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too...
Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.Sympathy from strangers can be ruinous.
Language, like the mouths that hold and release it, is wet & living, each word is wrinkled with age, swollen with other words, with blood, smoothed by the numberless flesh tongues that have passed a...
I’m not mad because I’m a woman, I say. I’m mad because you’re an asshole.
It's the forties look, she says to George, hand on her hip, doing a pirouette. Rosie the Riveter. From the war. Remember her?George, whose name is not really George, does not remember. He spent the fo...
It's strange to remember how we used to think, as if everything were available to us, as if there were no contingencies, no boundaries; as if we were free to shape and reshape forever the ever—expandi...
It's strange to remember how we used to think, as if everything were available to us, as if there were no contingencies, no boundaries; as if we were free to shape and reshape forever the everexpandin...
It's somewhat daunting to reflect that Hell is -- possibly -- the place where you are stuck in your own personal narrative for ever, and Heaven is -- possibly -- the place where you can ditch it, and...
It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be fully described, too many flavours, in the air or on the tongue, half-colours, too many. But if you happen to b...
It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too man...
It's fun to be different, but not too different!
It's always an imprudence to step between a man and the reflection of his own cleverness.
It's a lifelong failing: she has never been prepared. But how can you have a sense of wonder if you're prepared for everything? Prepared for the sunset. Prepared for the moonrise. Prepared for the ice...
It would be nice to believe that love should be dished out in a fair way so that everyone got some. But that wasn't how it was going to be for me.
It was the thumbprints of human imperfection that used to move him, the flaws in the design: the lopsided smile, the wart next to the navel, the mole, the bruise. Was it consolation he’d had in mind,...
It was after the catastrophe, when they shot the president and machine-gunned the Congress and the army declared a state of emergency. They blamed it on the Islamic fanatics, at the time. Keep calm, t...
It is spring, and the night windis moist with the smell of turned loamand the early flowers;the moon pours out its beautywhich you see as beauty finally, warm and offering everything.You have only to...
It is always a mistake to curse back openly at those who are stronger than you unless there is a fence between.