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.
Clarissa will be bereaved, deeply lonely, but she will not die. She will be too much in love with life, with London. Virginia imagines someone else, yes, someone strong of body but frail-minded; someo...
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 yet, it gives Peter nothing. Not now. Not today. Not when he needs... more. More than this well-executed idea. More than the shark in the tank meant to frighten, more than the guy on the street me...
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...
A certain bohemian, good-witch sort of charm
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...
We never fight. It's true. They bicker, they sulk, but they never explode, never shout or weep,never break a dish. It has always seemed that they haven't fought yet; that they're still too new for all...
Venture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce citizenship in the country you've made for yourself.
There is no one there to see it. The world is doing what it always does, demonstrating itself to itself. The world has no interest in the little figures that come and go, the phantoms that worry and w...
There are two of you now. Neither is sufficient unto itself, but you learn, over time, to join your two halves together, and hobble around. There are limits to what you can do, though you’re able to g...
Suddenly the door to one of the trailers opens, and a famous head emerges. It is a woman’s head, quite a distance away, seen in profile, like the head on a coin, and while Clarissa cannot immediately...
She, Laura, likes to imagine (it's one of her most closely held secrets) that she has a touch of brilliance herself, just a hint of it, though she knows most people probably walk around with similar h...
She doesn't really want to go far, she just wants the solitude, the public solitude, of the street; the un-company of passing strangers, no one embracing her, no one looking with compassion and wonder...
Peter's mother was grand, in her way. She managed to complain almost ceaselessly without ever seeming trivial or kvetchy. She was regal rather than crotchety, she had been sent to live in this world f...
Non è un fallimento, si dice. Non è un fallimento essere in queste stanze, nella tua pelle, a tagliare i gambi dei fiori. Non è un fallimento, ma ti chiede qualcosa: ti chiede uno sforzo; semplicement...
Ne kadar da resmiyim, diye düşünüyor Clarissa, tıpkı bir büyükanne gibiyim. Dünyanın güzelliklerine bayılıyorum, ama, içimden gelse de bir arkadaşımı dudaklarından öpmeye yanaşmıyorum. Richard ona bun...