I have no useful theories about love and marriage.
Она была похожа на женщину, которая, чудом уцелев во время бомбежки, красит губы и, надев туфли на каблуках, отправляется прогуляться среди развалин.
Галактики взрываются над его головой, а он в одних трусах в горошек.
Всегда молчаливо предполагая, что отец умрет раньше меня, я отодвигал это событие в неопределенное будущее, когда я помудрею, выработаю характер, пущу хоть какие-то корни. И вдруг — казалось, это прои...
From Labor Day through Halloween, the place is almost unbearably beautiful. The air during these weeks seems less like ether and more like a semisolid, clear and yet dense somehow, as if it were fille...
Youth is the only sexy tragedy. It's James Dean jumping into his Porsche Spyder, it's Marilyn heading off to bed.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.
Yine de bu kaba ve yıkılmaz dünyayı seviyor, başkalarının da sevdiğini biliyor, hem yoksulların hem zenginlerin, hiç kimse bunun nedenlerinden özel olarak söz etmese de. Yoksa, ne kadar kararsız olsak...
Without rich people who want it done now, who would animate the free world? In theory, you want everyone to live peacefully according to their needs, along the banks of a river. In fact, you worry tha...
Who was it who said, the worst thing you can imagine is probably what's already happening? Shrink phrase. Not untrue, though.
What marriage doesn't involve uncountable accretions, a language of gestures, a sense of recognition sharp as a toothache? Unhappy, sure. What couple isn't unhappy, at least part of the time? But how...
What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand to run.
We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the va...
This determined, abiding fascination is what she thinks of as her soul (an embarrassing, sentimental word, but what else to call it?); the part that might conceivably survive the death of the body.
There's no denying his resemblance to the Rodin bronze - the slender, effortless muscularity of youth, the extravagant nonchalance of it; that sense that beauty is in fact the natural human condition...
The world is full of Guses--good-looking boys and girls who've been dealt the best possible genetic hand by parents and grandparents and great-grandparents who have been doing neither well nor badly f...
That summer when she was eighteen, it seemed anything could happen, anything at all.
Silly humans. Banging on a tub to make a bear dance when we would move the stars to pity.
She is not given to fawning over celebrities, no more than most people, but can't help being drawn to the aura of fame—and more than fame, actual immortality— implied by the presence of a movie star i...
Please, God, send me something to adore.