It was too small a step,somehow, too puny a thing to settle for after having lost somuch. So the courtship continued, and the more Tom came todespise his job, the more stubbornly he defended his own i...
It was the first time since his master’s death that he had been able to think about such things without feeling crushed by sorrow, the first time he had understood that memory was a place, a real plac...
In general, lives seem to veer abruptly from one thing to another, to jostle and bump, to squirm. A person heads in one direction, turns sharply in mid-course, stalls, drifts, starts up again. Nothing...
I would resurrect that person in words, and once the pages had been printed and the story had been bound between covers, they would have something to hold on to for the rest of their lives. Not only t...
I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I questionwhether I even exist. Whether I've ever existed at all.
I have come to New York because it is the most forlorn of places, the most abject. The brokenness is everywhere, the disarray is universal. You have only to open your eyes to see it. The broken people...
I couldn't imagine myself doing it anymore. It was part of my life that had ended for me, and here was my chance to set out on a fresh course
He has been marked by the past, and once that happens, nothing can bedone about it. Something happens, Blue thinks, and then it goes on happening forever. It can never be changed, can never be otherwi...
Guilt kept me going. It was impossible not to blame myself for what had happened, but even guilt was a comfort. It was a human feeling, a sign that I was still attached to the same world that other me...
For the first time in his life, he stopped worrying about results, and as a consequence the terms success and failure had suddenly lost their meaning for him. The true purpose of art was not to create...
As long as you continue to travel, the nowhere that lies between the here of home and the there of somewhere else will continue to be one of the places where you live.
but even the facts do not always tell the truth
لا شيء أكثر رهبة من مواجهة أغراض رجل مات. الأشياء تهمد أيضًا، فمعناها كامنٌ في دورها خلال حياة صاحبها وحسب.
صحيح أن باطن قدميك مثبّت على الأرض، لكن كل ما تبقى منك معرّض للهواء
Times i think u were the most cherished trophy i had, but sometimes i think i was the game that you played.
You must get used to doing with as little as you can. By wantingless, you are content with less, and the less you need, the betteroff you are.
What matters is not how well you can avoid trouble, but how you cope with trouble when it comes.
To feel estranged from language is to lose your own body.
There were no rules when it came to writing, he said. Take a close look at the lives of poets and novelists, and what you wound up with was unalloyed chaos, an infinite jumble of exceptions. That was...
There is no escape from this. Either you do or you don't. And ifyou do, you can't be sure of doing it the next time. And if you don't, you never will again.