The magician seemed to promise that something torn to bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scattered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word,...
She had long since lost the sense of her dresses and skirts and blouses; they were rote phrases of rayon and cotton that she daily intoned.
Sammy felt, that morning, with his ribs bruised and a wan flavor of chlorine at the back of his mouth, that he would rather not love at all than be punished for loving.
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Kornblum was, nevertheless, unable to resist offering that final criticism to his erstwhile pupil on his performance that night. Never worry about what you are escaping from, he said. Reserve your anx...
Joe had run away, escaped without a trace, and come here to hide. But now he was ready to come home. The problem was that he didn’t know how to do it.
It was rare but not unheard of for an analysand tossed by tides of transference and desublimation to seek the safety of Dr. Kavalier's doorstep or by contrast inflamed with the special hatred of count...
Is there some vital connection between Norman church architecture and the milking of beef cattle of which I am unaware?
He was a fugitive, lurking soul, James Leer. He didn't belong anywhere, but things went much better for him in places where nobody belonged.
He had been an indifferent father, better than his own, perhaps, but that was saying very little. When Tommy was still an unknown fishboy inside Rosa, Sammy had resolved never to let him feel abandone...
Can you imagine an infinite tree?...A tree whose roots snake down all the way to the bottomest bottom of everything?...if you've ever looked at a tree you've seen how its trunk divides into boughs, wh...
As soon as I read that, it clicked: that's my theater of war. It was exciting to think that I could write about World War Two from a totally new place.
In any case, it is not love, but friendship, that truly eludes you.
Man coming toward him over the ice, watching
Bright men in narrow neckties and short haircuts whose terrible optimism made the sixties such an admirable and disappointing time.
He and Dolores had been married thirty-one months before parting. There had been an extramarital kiss, entrepreneurial disaster, a miscarried baby, sexual malaise, and then very soon they had been for...
A mere redrawing of borders, a change in governments, those things can never faze a Jewess with a good supply of hand wipes in her bag.
— Они были дети, — сказал немецкий офицер. — А мы были волки.
You could blow on a fire to stoke it, but if you blew on a little flame, it would go out. He headed up into Woodberry
Silence was darkness, and that naming shone a light.