Please, God, send me something to adore.
Peter glances out at the falling snow. Oh, little man. You have brought down your house not through passion but by neglect. You who dared to think of yourself as dangerous. You are guilty not of the e...
Morning, Peter, she callsfrom the back, in her exaggerated German accent. Mawning, Pedder.She’s been in the States more than fifteen years now, but heraccent has gotten heavier. Uta is a member of wha...
If you live in certain places, in a certain way, you'd better learn to praise the small felicities.
I have to keep reminding myself that almost everybody is always lying.
I don't have any regrets, really, except that one. I wanted to write about you, about us, really. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to write about everything, the life we're having and the lives we mi...
I could not help investing his every quality with a heightened sense of the real, nor could I quit wondering, from moment to moment, what it was like to be inside his skin.
Here's the sting of livingness. He's back after his nightly voyage of sleep, all clarity and purpose; he's renewed his citizenship in the world of people who strive and connect, people who mean busine...
Hayalperestler, ileri görüşlüler nerede, peki? Hepsini uyuşturuculara ve kırılan heveslere mi kurban verdik?
Happiness is believing that you're gonna be happy. It's hope.
Do you want to much to live in London? he asks.I do, she says. I wish it were otherwise. I wish I were happy with the quiet life.As do I.
A full week of their mother's quiet fury over the fun they don't seem to be having and their father's dogged attempts to provide it...
В юности есть время строить планы и придумывать что-то новое. В более солидном возрасте приходится тратить всю энергию на то, что уже приведено в движение.
Zoe loved Trancas's mother. She respected her exhausted and ironic hope for rebirth.
You know what I am? he says.What?I'm an ordinary person.Come on.I know. Who isn't an ordinary person? How horribly presumptuous to want to be anything else. But I have to tell you. I've been treated a...
You don't necessarily meet a lot of people in this world. Not when you let yourself get distracted by music and the passing of hours.
Yes, she thinks, this probably how it must feel to be a ghost. It’s a little like reading, isn’t it—that same sensation of knowing people, settings, situations, without playing any particular part bey...
Writing in that state is the most profound satisfaction she knows, but her access to it comes and goes without warning. She may pick up her pen and follow it with her hand as it moves across the paper...
Wherever you go, Provincetown will always take you back, at whatever age and in whatever condition. Because time moves somewhat differently there, it is possible to return after ten years or more and...
What I wanted to do seemed simple. I wanted something alive and shocking enough that it could be a morning in somebody's life. The most ordinary morning. Imagine, trying to do that.