It seemed the morrow's holding had become a sort of peoples park in the suburbs of Cleveland. The other on the block, those who still lived in the fading jerry-built ranch houses with birdbaths or pla...
I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.
Here is what unsayable about us: Jonathan and I are members of a team so old nobody else could join even if we wanted them to. What binds us is stronger than sex. It is stronger than love. We're relat...
Here is the world, and you live in it, and are grateful. You try to be grateful.
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. I'm so sick.
A much younger woman, one of those round-faced, tiny-featured women who were touted as beauties though they were not in fact particularly beautiful. They were simply the daughters of wealthy families...
A certain bohemian, good-witch sort of charm
You have failed in the most base and human of ways--you have not imagined the lives of others.
You grow weary of being treated as the enemy simply because you are not young anymore; because you dress unexceptionally.
What did Shakespeare say? Or little lives are rounded with a sleep.
There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.
Mizzy has wandered into the garden. Carole looks contemplatively at him, says, Lovely boy.My wife's insanely younger brother. He's one of those kids with too much potential, if you know what I mean.I...
It's the solitude that slays you. Maybe because you'd expected ruin to arrive in a grander and more romantic form.
I've been just wondering lately, if this is, you know, it. An apartment and a steady job and some people to love. What more could I want?
Така се прави. Създаваш си бъдеще от това, с което разполагаш в момента.
What lives undimmed in Clarissa's mind more than three decades later is a kiss at dusk on a patch of dead grass, and a walk around the pond as mosquitoes droned in the darkening air. There is still th...
What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is... It was death. I chose life.
That is what we do. That is what people do. They stay alive for each other.
He insists on a version of you that is funnier, stranger, more eccentric and prfound thatn you suspect yourself to be--capable of doing more good and more harm in the world than you've ever imagined--...
He could see himself selling himself as a compelling mutation, a young god, proud to the point of sexy arrogance of his anatomical deviation: ninety percent thriving muscled man-flesh and ten percent...