You fight your superficiality, your shallowness, so as to try to come at people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or hope or arrogance, as untanklike as you can be, sans cannon...
The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It's getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That's ho...
I was a biography in constant motion, memory to the marrow of my bones.
I turn sentences around. That's my life. I write a sentence and then I turn it around. Then I look at it and turn it around again...
Great artists, as history reveals, have been harshly persecuted time and again by the frightened and ill-educated,
yEvery man's endeavor was imbued with responsibility
This is what you know about someone you have to hate: he charges you with his crime and castigates himself in you.
Rimane il fatto che, in ogni modo, capire bene la gente non è vivere. Vivere è capirla male, capirla male e male e poi male e, dopo un attento riesame, ancora male. Ecco come sappiamo di essere vivi:...
Religion was a lie that he had recognized early in life, and he found all religions offensive, considered their superstitious folderol meaningless, childish, couldn't stand the complete unadultness —...
He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach-that it makes no sense. And when that happens the happiness is never spontaneous again.
It's human to have a secret, but it's just as human to reveal it sooner or later.
It was puzzling to own trees - they were not owned the way a business os owned or even a house is owned. If anything, they were held in trust. In trust. Yes, for all of posterity,...
Obviously the facts are never just coming at you but are incorporated by an imagination that is formed by your previous experience. Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your...
You can no more make someone tell the truth than you can force someone to love you.
Would that I were still a ludicrous character in his lousy book!
Where was the Jew in him? You couldn't find it and yet you knew it was there. Where was the irrationality in him? Where was the crybaby in him? Where were the wayward temptations? No guile. No artific...
We leave a stain, we leave a trail, we leave our imprint. Impurity, cruelty, abuse, error, excrement, semen - there’s no other way to be here. Nothing to do with disobedience. Nothing to do with grace...
Too late, but I understand. That we don't perish of understanding everything too late, that is a miracle. But we do perish of that -- of just that.
There is no you, Maria, any more than there is a me. There is only this way that we have established over the months of performing together, and what it is congruent with isn't ourselves but past perf...
That people were manifold creatures didn't come as a surprise to the Swede, even if it was a bit of a shock to realize it anew when someone let you down. What was astonishing to him was how people see...