Battle—a sense that time does not exist, that he himself was of no account, that all things were connected and orchestrated far beyond human will, and that the world was saturated with beauty no matte...
You’ll join me sooner than you know in a place with . . . no illusions, where the truth is the only architecture, the only color, the only sound--where that which we sense merely on occasion, and whic...
When you’re alone you can long so hard for something like an embrace that you mine it from the air. You find it in meanings that you might not otherwise grasp, for which it is helpful to arise early i...
What, exactly, are you talking about? I'm talking about love. I'm unconvinced. I wasn't attempting to convince you. I'm now sufficiently tranquil not to have to convince anyone of anything. Will you b...
What could be more lovely than writing a book about something you love?
TO BE mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been.
Souls, he said, like rays of light, exist in perfect, parallel equality, always. But when for infinitely short a time they pass through the rough and delaying mechanism of life, they separate and dise...
She was exquisite, and he feared that he was blinded to everything else, that he was drawn to her by weakness, that his passion for her was incomplete. Know ing all too well the deeply religious love...
She felt as if she knew the stars, and had been among them, or would be.
Recollection could be more powerful and more perilous than experience itself.
Physical features count little unless they are illumined from within.
Papa, Alessandro said, his eyes closing. She swims nude in the sea. She carries a pistol. And she wears perfume that makes me dizzy. Sometimes I go to the garden gate and smell the handle, because, wh...
One thing you will discover is that life is based less than you think on what you've learned and much more than you think on what you have inside you from the beginning.
Nothing is random, nor will anything ever be, whether a long string of perfectly blue days that begin and end in golden dimness, the most seemingly chaotic political acts, the rise of a great city, th...
Nothing is predetermined, it is determined, or was determined, or will be determined. No matter, it all happened at once, in less than an instant, and time was invented because we cannot comprehend in...
Najbardziej zafrapowało ją to, w jaki sposób miasto się porusza. Z oddali wszystkie jego ruchome elementy wydawały się podlegać jednemu prawu, niewidocznemu dla żadnego z osobna. Rzecznymi statkami po...
Mortality is like the cold. It cannot be altered by human conceit or solidarity, and at the end you will be on your knees, in shock and amazement, and then you'll have only one sword, one shield, one...
Magnetyzm barw zmuszał go do kradzenia obrazów.
Just the two of us. We're in it together. The pleasure will be ours alone. For the rest of our lives.
In the same way that certain sections of the city were mortal battlegrounds, some parts of the calendar were always more warlike than others, and during the days between Christmas and the new year all...