If I had a camera, I said, I'd take a picture of you every day. That way I'd remember how you looked every single day of your life. I look exactly the same. No, you don't. You're changing all the time...
I read differently now, more painstakingly, knowing I am probably revisiting the books I love for the last time. (245)
I danced the only way I knew how to dance: for life, crashing into the chairs, and spinning until I fell, so that I could get up and dance again, until dawn broke and found me prostrate on the floor,...
He trusted her because she cared for him and there was no one else.
Our eyes locked in one of those looks that sometimes happen between strangers, when both wordlessly agree that reality contains sinkholes whose depths neither can ever hope to fathom.
Tre colpi significano: sei vivo?, due significano: sì, uno: no.
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...
Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of 15 things, and the first was THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS. I did not understand how you can miss the way somebody...
The truth is the thing I invented so that I could survive.
She was one of a group of girls he’d observed bloom from scraggly weeds into tropical beauties who churned the air around them into a dense humidity.
She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.
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...
Maybe this is how I'll go, in a fit of laughter, what could be better, laughing and crying, laughing and singing, laughing so as to forget that I am alone, that it is the end of my life, that death is...
Jsou chvíle, kdy na vás přijde jakási jasnozřivost a vy najednou prohlédnete skrz zdi do jiného rozměru, na který jste zapomněli nebo se rozhodli ho nevnímat, abyste mohli dál žít s nejrůznějšími iluz...
I’ve always liked the feeling of traveling light; there is something in me that wants to feel I could leave wherever I am, at any time, without any effort. The idea of being weighed down made me uneas...
It is impossible to distrust one's writing without awakening a deeper distrust in oneself.
I was considered attractive in those days, some people even called me beautiful, though my skin was never good and it was this that I noticed when I looked in the mirror
I wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed world was too lonely.
I considered my options. Either I could run away and never go back to school again, maybe even leave the country as a stowaway on a ship bound for Australia. Or I could risk everything and confess to...
The tender brutality of physical existence...the insoluble contradiction of being animals cursed with self-reflection, and moral beings cursed with animal instincts...