Visions are answers. Answers imply questions. It
This, Barrett Meeks, is your work. You witness, and compile. You persevere.
The secret of flight is this -- you have to do it immediately, before your body realizes it is defying the laws.
Most of us can be counted on to manage our own undoings.
I've felt it for some time now, closing around me like the jaws of a gigantic flower. Isn't that a peculiar analogy? It feels that way, though. It has a certain vegetable inevitability. Think of the V...
I remember one morning getting up at dawn. There was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling. And I... I remember thinking to myself: So this is the beginning of happiness, this is where i...
I admit it - there was a streak of sadism in my lusts. There was the taint of vanity. I choose ordinary men who would not refuse; who would feel lucky to have me. I did not thrill to the sight of thei...
But you find—surprise—that you like this capitulation from her, this helpless acceding, from the most recent embodiment of all the girls over all the years who've given you nothing, not even a curious...
This love of theirs, with its reassuring domesticity and its easy silences, its permanence, has yoked Sally directly to the machinery of mortality itself. Now there is a loss beyond imagining.
The lives great artists live and the books they write are two very different things.
The Harrises, on the other hand, have always been constant talkers, not so much for the sake of entertainment or information but because if a silence caught and held for too long they might have falle...
I just don't feel much interested in the lifestyles of the rich and famous.
You. Likewise. They shake hands, head back to the elevator. Groff
Youth is the only sexy tragedy.
The art we produce lives in queasy balance with the art we can imagine the art the room expects.
She's had a long life. Now she's going to the Lord. Frankly it creeps me out a little when you say things like that, Simon said. It shouldn't. If you don't like 'Lord,' pick another word. She's going...
She will remain sane and she will live as she was meant to live, richly and deeply, among others of her kind, in full possession and command of her gifts.
She is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted eccentric.
Prosím, Bože, sešli mi něco, co bych mohl zbožňovat.
Please, God, send me something to adore.