Come, she said. We’re married, Walter, married. Don’t touch me.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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...
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.
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...
Zu den glücklichsten Minuten, die ich kenne, gehört die Minute, [...] Menschen sind eine Anstrengung für mich, auch Männer. Was die Stimmung betrifft, so mache ich mir nichts draus, wie gesagt. Manchm...
Ich bin nicht Stiller!
Hanna had no use for statistics, I soon realized that. She let me deliver a whole lecture—in the bathroom—about statistics, and at the end all she said was: Your bath is getting cold.
My greatest fear: repetition.
Стоя прав с чаша в ръка, пълна с джин, който не обичам, и пия; не помръдвам от мястото си, за да не чувам стъпки в жилището си – своите собствени стъпки. Всичко това съвсем не е трагично, а просто тяг...
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