Silly humans. Banging on a tub to make a bear dance when we would move the stars to pity.
Outside the house is a world where the shelves are stocked, where radio waves are full of music, where young men walk the streets again, men who have deprievation and a fear worse than death, who have...
Man, he said, I'm not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and I want.What do we want? I asked blurrily.Aw, man, you know, he said. We just want, we...
It's impossible to imagine, isn't it? Most men probably go through the same motions, more or less, but what's in their minds, what agitates their blood? What could be more mortifyingly personal, what...
I think pretty much everybody who says he needs money really and truly needs money.
I have to keep reminding myself that almost everybody is always lying.
His father had a merciless eye that could find one bad straw in ten bales of good intentions.
He believes that a real work of art can be owned but should not be subject to capture; that it should radiate such authority, such bizarre but confident beauty (or unbeauty) that it can't be undone by...
Hayalperestler, ileri görüşlüler nerede, peki? Hepsini uyuşturuculara ve kırılan heveslere mi kurban verdik?
Everything is infected with brightness, throbbing with it, and she prays for dark the way a wanderer lost in the desert prays for water. The world is every bit as barren of darkness as a desert is of...
Die young, stay pretty. Blondie, right? We think of it as a modern phenomenon, the whole youth thing, but really, consider all those great portraits, some of them centuries old. Those goddesses of Bot...
Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.
But there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and you get through that one and then, my god, there's another.
Barret thinks- he thinks, briefly- of turning around and leaving the park; of being, this time, the vanisher, the man who leaves you wondering, who offers no explanation, not even the sour satisfactio...
And here he is, letting the massive steel street door click shut behind him, standing at the top of the three iron steps that lead down to the shattered sidewalk. New York is probably, in this regard...
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.
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.
You don't have to matter any more than you do right now.
Yes, she answers and does not move. She might, at this moment, be nothing but a floating intelligence; not even a brain inside a skull, just a presence that perceives, as a ghoast might. Yes, she thin...
What he remembers with perfect clarity is sitting on a train headed for Madrid, feeling the sort of happiness he imagines spirits might feel, freed of their earthly bodies but still possessed of their...