No sé qué decir de él sino que me ha conmovido del modo en que uno desea que lo conmueva cada libro que empieza a leer. Quiero decir que, de algún modo que casi no sabría describir, me ha transformado...
My son's mother, the girl I fell in love with when I was ten, died five years ago. I expect to join her soon, at least in that. Tomorrow. Or the next day. Of that I am convinced. I thought it would be...
Metti chiunque, anche uno scemo, davanti a una finestra, e avrai uno Spinoza.
It took almost an hour to get to Bernard's house. Somewhere in Long Island. Beautiful trees. I'd never seen such beautiful trees. Out in the driveway, one of Bernard's nephews had slit his pants legs...
It is not known that Litvinoff’s favorite flower was the peony. That his favorite form of punctuation was the question mark. That he had terrible dreams and could only fall asleep, if he could fall as...
I though, So this is how they send the angel. Stalled at the age when she loved you most.
I smiled back, the importance of manners, my mother always said, is inversely related to how inclined one is to use them, or, in other words, sometimes politeness is all that stands between oneself an...
I scowled at the world. And the world scowled back. We were locked in a stare of mutual disgust.
I know sometimes things are hard with Mum. She misses Dad, I said, which was like pointing out that a sky-scraper is tall. Uncle Julian nodded.
How little needs to stay the same for you to continue the effort they call, for lack of a better word, being human.
Holy shit, Bird, I whispered through my teeth. At least try to be normal. You have to at least try.
Doesn’t part of the awe that fills us when we confront the unknown come from understanding that, should it at last flood into us and become known, we would be altered? In our view of the stars, we fin...
By heart, this is not an expression I use lightly. My heart is weak and unreliable.
But in the end, it isn’t up to the writer to decide how his or her work will be used.
At the end, all that's left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that's why I've never been able to throw anything away. Perhaps that's why I hoarded the world: with the hope that when I died, the sum...
As the rifles were pointed at his chest he wondered if what he had taken for the richness of silence was really the poverty of never being heard. He had thought the possibilities of human silence were...
An average of seventy-four species become extinct every day, which was one good reason but not the only one to hold someone’s hand, and the next thing that happened was we kissed each other, and I fou...
After all, who isn't a survivor from the wreck of childhood?
I continued to sit there hour after hour watching the unrelenting rain slosh against the glass, thinking of our life together, Lotte's and mine, how everything in it was designed to give a sense of pe...
An average of seventy-four species become extinct every day, which was one good reason but not the only one to hold someone's hand...