All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.
Why does one begin to write? Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries to speak. Because she wants to rephrase the world, to take it in and giv...
When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?
Това, че си стоеше по цял ден по пижама вкъщи и превеждаше книги, предимно от мъртви автори, не помагаше особено. Понякога с часове се занимаваше с едно изречение, обикаляше като куче с кокал, накрая...
He couldn’t have known it, but among the original run of The History of Love, at least one copy was destined to change a life.This particular book was one of the last of the two thousand to be printed...
There are moments when a kind of clarity comes over you, and suddenly you can see through walls to another dimension that you'd forgotten or chosen to ignore in order to continue living with the vario...
There was stored substrata along
Our kiss was niticlimactic. It wasn't that the kiss was bad, but it was just a note of punctuation in our long conversation, a parenthetical remark made in order to assure each other of a deeply felt...
In the months after the relationship ends, a person can seem to grow at a lightning rate, like in a nature documentary where weeks of footage is run at high speed to show a plant unfurling in seconds,...
Now we'd known each other for two years, the side of my calf was touching his shins, and his stomach was against my ribs. He said, I don't think it's end of world to be my girlfriend. I opened my mout...
The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about this language that flowed from people’s hands, nothing we say now that could not be said in the endless array of movements...
The first woman may have been Eve, but the first girl will always be Alma.Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt...
Maybe Grodzenski was showing me, with his quiet pride, the reason he hummed a little while he worked.
19. THE WALL OF DICTIONARIES BETWEEN MY MOTHER AND THE WORLD GETS TALLER EVERY YEARSometimes pages of the dictionaries come loose and gather at her feet, shallon, shalop, shallot, shallow, shalom, sha...
Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.
He wondered if what he had taken for the richness of silence was really the poverty of never being heard.
I knew that to find and to feel Yoav again would be terribly painful, because of what had become of him, and because of what I knew he could ignite in me, a vitality that was excruciating because like...
The memories were too perfect: take one detail away and they collapsed into disorder.
How was it possible to wake up every day and be recognizable to another when so often one was barely recognizable to oneself?
I had the most rare of feelings, the sense that the world, so consistently overwhelming and incomprehensible, in fact had an order, oblique as it may seem, and I a place within it.
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