The air felt different in my lungs. The world no longer looked the same. You change and then you change again. You become a dog, a bird, a plant that always leans to the left. Only now that my son was...
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 with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone's hai...
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,...
I helped those in, who were locked out, others i helped keep out, what couldn't be let in, so that they could sleep without nightmares.
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.
He wondered if what he had taken for the richness of silence was really the poverty of never being heard.
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...
He went on for some time while I sat listening in silence because I knew he was right, and like two people who have loved each other however imperfectly, who have tried to make a life together, howeve...
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...
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...
She’s kept her love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she’s turned life away. Sometimes she subsists for days on water and air. Being the only known complex life-form...
Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and eve...
I tried to make sense of things. Now that I think about it, I have always tried. It could be my epitaph. LEO GURSKY: HE TRIED TO MAKE SENSE.
I read differently now, more painstakingly, knowing I am probably revisiting the books I love for the last time. (245)
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...
He learned to live with the truth. Not to accept it, but to live with it.
Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.
All I want is not to die on a day I went unseen.
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...
When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?