It was one of the most sublimely exhilarating moments of my life. I was half a step in front of the real, an inch or two beyond the confines of my body, and when the thing happened just as I thought i...
It was a dizzying prospect—to imagine all that freedom, to understand how little it mattered what choice he made.
In the end, the problem is not so much that people forget, but that they do not always forget the same thing. What still exists as a memory for one person can be irretrievably lost for another, and th...
I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I questionwhether I even exist. Whether I've ever existed at all.
He wonders if words aren't an essential element of sex, if talking isn't finally a more subtle form of touching, and if the images dancing in our heads aren't just as important as the bodies we hold i...
He slipped away slowly, withdrawing from this world by small, imperceptible degrees, and in the end it was as ifhe were a drop of water evaporating in the sun, shrinking and shrinking until at last he...
George Washington chopped down the tree, and then he threw away the money. Do you understand? He was telling us an essential truth. Namely, that money doesn't grow on trees. This is what made our coun...
Ferguson was naked in that bed, too, and everything felt so good to him, so perfectly in accord with how he imagined it would feel, that for once in his life the real and the imagined were identical,...
Farts come from noone and nowhere; they are anonymous emanations that belongto the group as a whole, and even when every person in theroom can point to the culprit, the only sane course of action isde...
Everything had changed for me, and words that I had never understood before suddenly began to make sense. This came as revelation, and when I finally had time to absorb it, I wondered how I had manage...
Every book is an image of solitude. It is a tangible object that one can pick up, put down, open, and close, and its words represent many months if not many years, of one man’s solitude, so that with...
Early in the summer of 1980, shortly after his son turned three, A. and the boy spent a week together in the country, in a house owned by friends who were off on vacation. A. noticed that Superman was...
Deep down, I don’t believe it takes any special talent for a person to lift himself off the ground and hover in the air. We all have it in us—every man, woman, and child—and with enough hard work and...
By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was.
Feelings were always feelings, subjectively true one hundred percent of the time...
Don't be a writer; it's a terrible way to live your life. There's nothing to be gained from it but poverty and obscurity and solitude. So if you have a taste for all those things, which means that you...
ما من أمر باقٍ في توالد حياتنا سوى الموت؛ هذه هي الحقيقة التي لا يمكن تبسيطها، إننا فانون.
لا حُزن يُصيب الوالدين أعظم من الحزن النّابع من العجز; إذّ عليهم أن يتقبّلوه، حتى لو فاق ذلك قدرتهم
توافد أقارب والدي من كل مكان، نريد قطعة الأثاث هذه،نريد هذه الآنية الفضية وبعضهم كان يرتدي ملابسه لتجربتها ويثرثرون مثل البجع.
You were too young back then to understand how much you would later forget—and too locked in the present to realize that the person you were writing to was in fact your future self. So you put down th...