At moments like this I envy those who have found a safe haven in which to bestow their hearts; or perhaps I envy them for having a heart to bestow. I often feel that I myself am without one, and posse...
As with so much else, she was convinced that an exception would be made in her case.
As his editor put it, Yeah, it’s a piece of shit, but it’s good shit.
Art is what you can get away with, said somebody or other, which makes it sound like shoplifting or some other minor crime. And maybe that’s all it ever was, or is: a kind of stealing. A hijacking of...
Are there stars? he asks her. She nods.
Anyway, maybe there weren't any solutions. Human society, corpses and rubble. It never learned, it made the same cretinous mistakes over and over, trading short-term gain for long-term pain.
And the Internet was such a jumble of false and true factoids that no one believed what was on it any more, or else they believed all of it, which amounted to the same thing.
And still, what a risk he'd taken. The woman was like an amateur car bomb: you never knew when she would explode or who she would take down with her when she did.
Alone is how she feels, alone is how she'll always be. You're used to solitude, she tells herself. Be a stoic.Then she's enfolded.She'd waited so long, she'd given up waiting. She'd longed for this, a...
All that wasted time, and he didn’t even know who’d wasted it.
All of this was understood, and if not condoned, at least pardoned.
All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.
After the wolvogs have gone he lies on his back on the platform, gazing up at the stars through the gently moving leaves. They seem close, the stars, but they’re far away. Their light is millions, bil...
After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.
A noite cai. Ou caiu a noite. Por que a noite cai, em vez de subir como o raiar do dia? Contudo, se você olhar para o leste, ao pôr-do-sol, pode ver a noite subindo, não caindo; a escuridão se eleva e...
A divorce is like an amputation, you survive but there's less of you.
We must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing.
The argument for the perfectibility of humankind rests on a logical fallacy. Thus: man is by definition imperfect, say those who would perfect him. But those who would perfect him are themselves, by t...
. . they lurk passively, like vampire sheep
Miranda nods, because she knows that to be true: noble people don't do things for the money, they simply have money, and that's what allows them to be noble. They don't really have to think about it m...