I just don't feel much interested in the lifestyles of the rich and famous.
Иногда разделяющая нас ткань рвётся и в прореху просвечивает любовь. Иногда прореха эта на удивление мала.
Who knows what succession of girls and boys sneak in through the sliding glass doors at night, after the mother has sunk to the bottom of her own private lake, with the help of Absolut and Klonopin?
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.
We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes...
This is a Southern gift, isn't it - tremendous self-regard diluted with humor and modesty. That's what they mean by Southern charm, right?
These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius.
The vestibule door opens onto a June morning so fine and scrubbed Classira pauses at the threshold as she would at the edge of a pool, watching the turquoise water lapping at the tiles, the liquid net...
She will never mention to Leonard that she'd planned on fleeing, even for a few hours. As if he were the one in need of care and comfort--as if he were the one in danger.
Peter hesitates. Ridiculous is the least of it. How about offensive, insulting? How about the implication that someone who's never used is a sad and small figure, standing on the platform, sensibly dr...
Mizzy has, again, wandered into the garden, like a child who feels no fealty to adult conversation.
I was still struggling to invent an alternate version of myself, someone proud and unflinching who could gaze levelly at his father and tell him his last secrets. I wanted him to know me; to have seen...
Beauty is a whore. I prefer money.
Стаята бе изпълнена с онази особена тишина, която се среща в хотелите, специално отглеждана тишина, съвършено неестествена, плътно затиснала субстрат от скърцане, скрибуцане, бълбукане, клокочене и зв...
Когда впереди возникает голубоватый абрис дома, я вспоминаю, что дом — это тоже способ бегства. Он наш, он дан нам, чтобы мы могли уходить и возвращаться.
You. Likewise. They shake hands, head back to the elevator. Groff
He crawled among the gnarls and snags of his father’s vineyard, tying errant tendrils back to the stakes with rough brown cord that was to his mind the exact color and texture of righteous, doomed eff...
What happened? You were there, you must have seen it. I keep thinking there must be something I don’t remember. I’ve got a decent job, I have lovers and friends. So why do I feel so numb and separate?...
This is what you do. You make a future for yourself out of the raw material at hand.