Boys! she said. You can’t imagine what they’re like—they think you’re their mother, and that’s frightful!
My greatest fear: repetition.
ПОЕЗИЯТА ни сепва.
Children are something we want or don’t want.
Nothing is harder than to accept oneself.
Ich bin nicht Stiller!
The ants Geiser recently observed under a dripping fir tree are not concerned with what anyone might know about them; nor were the dinosaurs, which died out before a human being set eyes on them. All...
Solange Gott ein Mann ist, nicht ein Paar, kann das Leben einer Frau, nur so bleiben wie es heute ist, nämlich erbärmlich, die Frau als Proletarier der Schöpfung, wenn auch noch so elegant verkleidet.
As long as God is a man, not a couple, the life of a woman, according to Hanna,is bound to remain as it is now, namely wretched, with woman as the proletarian of Creation, however smartly dressed.
Wieso seid ihr stärker als die Wahrheit
Scherz ist die drittbeste Tarnung. Die zweitbeste: Sentimentalität. Aber die beste und sicherste Tarnung ist immer noch die blanke und nackte Wahrheit. Komischerweise. Die glaubt niemand.
In general, only the future counted for her, and to a slight extent the present; but she had no interest at all in past experiences, like all young people.
Either marriage is a destiny, I believe, or there is no sense in it at all, it's a piece of humbug.
The streamers and the couples busily engaged in bursting one another’s balloons.
Zu denglücklichsten Minuten, die ich kenne, gehört die Minute, wenn ich eine Gesellschaft verlassenhabe, wenn ich in meinem Wagen sitze, die Türe zuschlage und das Schlüsselchen stecke,Radio andrehe,...
My work? she said. You can see for yourself, patching up fragments. That is supposed to have been a vase. From Crete. I stick the past together.
I ordered another half-bottle of Orvieto Abbocato, and then we talked about all sorts of things, about artichokes, Catholicism, cassata, the Sleeping Erinys, travel, the poverty of our time, and the b...
Why should I be melancholy? England wasn’t in sight yet.
They were obviously Americans, I could hear their voices as the party wandered around our tomb; to judge by the voices, they might have been stenographers from Cleveland. Oh, isn’t it lovely? Oh, is t...
Ich finde sie lustig, ihre heutigen Tänze, lustig zum Schauen, diese existentialistische Hopserei, wo jeder für sich allein tanzt, seine eignen Faxen schwingt, verwickelt in die eignen Beine, geschütt...