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 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.
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...
The memories were too perfect: take one detail away and they collapsed into disorder.
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...
It would mark the end of a year that he might look back on as hands, a pivot between two lines. Or not: maybe enough time, would pass that eventually he would look back on his life, all of it, as a se...
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...
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.
How was it possible to wake up every day and be recognizable to another when so often one was barely recognizable to oneself?
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...
After all who doesn't wish to make a spectacle of their loneliness
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...
We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it.
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...
Perhaps that is what it means to be a father-to teach your child to live without you.
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...
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...
Maybe Grodzenski was showing me, with his quiet pride, the reason he hummed a little while he worked.
If you remember the first time you saw Alma, you also remember the last.