Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a walk. The anticipation of dinner and a book.
. . he felt himself entering a moment so real he could only run toward it, shouting.
On a summer night it can be lovely to sit around outside with friends after dinner and, yes, read poetry to each other. Keats and Yeats will never let you down, but it's differently exciting to read t...
В присутствии Джонатана моя жизнь съеживалась до каких-то смехотворных размеров, и я только и ждал, когда он наконец уедет в аэропорт, потому что в тот же миг нарушенный масштаб восстанавливался, и я...
What’s the most fundamental human urge?Barrett recites for her. To find the perfect pair of jeans. To find the jeans that fit and flatter you so ideally that everybody, every cognizant being on the pl...
What do you do when you're no longer the hero of your own story?
THE PILGRIM MOTHERS AND FATHERS Provincetown’s first settlers were, in fact, the Pilgrims, who sailed the Mayflower into Provincetown Harbor in 1620. They spent the winter there but, finding too littl...
She is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. There is no other word for it.
Richard kurnazca gülümsüyor. 'Ah şu uğurlu işaretler,' diyor, 'onlara inanıyor musun? Bize bu kadar önem verildiğini mi düşünüyorsun? Bizimle bu kadar ilgilenildiğini mi düşünüyorsunuz? Ah, öyle olsa...
Podsjeti se: u jelu nema ništa loše. Ne misli na trulež ni na izmetine; ne misli na lice u zrcalu.
People are more than you think they are. And they're less, as well. The trick lies in negotiating your way between the two.
Our hopes may seem unrealized, but we were in all likelihood hoping for the wrong thing.
Oh, all you immigrants and visionaries, what do you hope to find here, who do you hope to become?
Most of us are safe. If you're not a delirious dream the gods are having, if your beauty doesn't trouble the constellations, nobody's going to cast a spell on you.
Maybe it’s not, in the end, the virtues of others that so wrenches our hearts as it is the sense of almost unbearably poignant recognition when we see them at their most base, in their sorrow and glut...
It's remarkable, being alive. Being, once again, someone walking through a dust of blowing snow...
It was either the wind or the spirit of the house itself, briefly unsettled by our nocturnal absence but to old to be surprised by the errands born from the gap between what we can imagine and what we...
I'm just a child who's learned to impersonate an adult.
Here's the sting of livingness. He's back after his nightly voyage of sleep, all clarity and purpose; he's renewed his citizenship in the world of people who strive and connect, people who mean busine...
He demands that his mother pick him up so he can see the soldiers better; so he will be more visible to them. All this enters the bridge, resounds through its wood and stone, and enters Virginia’s bod...