Barrett strokes one of the chair's slick, bile-green arms. You can get attached to just about anything, can't you? he says.
Any other vexations to report? he asks.I love the word 'vexations.'It's the 'x.' Nice to jump off a 'v' and bite into an 'x' like that.Just the usual ones, she says.How was the weekend?Vexing. Not rea...
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...
She knew she was going to have trouble believing in herself, in the rooms of her house, and when she glanced over at this new book on her nightstand, stacked atop the one she finished last night, she...
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...
LONG POINT LIGHT Long Point’s apparitional this warm spring morning, the strand a blur of sandy light, and the square white of the lighthouse—separated from us by the bay’s ultramarine as if it we...
I sometimes wonder how you live with such a modest sense of romance, Barrett says. Superstition and romance are not the same thing.
Esto, piensa Virginia, es el autentico logro; lo que sobrevivirá después de que se haya marchitado el oropel de los experimentos narrativos
End of story. ‘Happily ever after’ fell on everyone like a guillotine’s blade.
Barrett lingers awhile. He's not eager to relinquish the strange pleasure of sitting in the green chair, surrounded by the ever-diminishing offerings that had, just yesterday, been daily articles, wat...
Мы живем свою жизнь, делаем то, что делаем, а потом спим — все довольно просто на самом деле. Одни прыгают из окна, или топятся, или принимают снотворное; другие — такое бывает несколько чаще — гибнут...
Многие годы, на самом деле большую часть своей сознательной жизни, я осторожно скользила над подземными водами скуки и отчаянья, от которых меня отделял лишь тонкий слой воображения. Остановись я слиш...
А знаешь, если казаться не тем, кто ты есть на самом деле, можно получить не ту работу, не тех друзей, бог знает что еще. Не свою жизнь.
Where did the boy genius go? He had been, as a child, expected to be a neurosurgeon, or a great novelist. And now he's considering (or, okay, refusing to consider) law school. Was the burden of his po...
Venture too far for love... and you renounce citizenship in the country you've made for yourself. You end up just sailing from port to port.
This moment may come to us all, at some point in our eventutal move from health into sickness. We abandon our old obligation to consider the needs of others, and give ourselves up to their care. There...
There is just this for consolation: an hour here or there, when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined , though everyone but childr...
She'd never imagined it like this — when she'd thought of someone (a woman like herself ) losing her mind, she'd imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations; but at that moment it had seemed clear that...
It's hardly ever the destination we've been anticipating, is it? Our hopes may seem unrealized, but we were in all likelihood hoping for the wrong thing. Where did we - the species, that is - pick up...