It is easier to like difficult people when they are leaving, or already gone.
We should torture language to tell the truth.
I don't believe that intelligence can be reduced to a number, frankly. But I can see how doing exactly that produces a useful sorting mechanism in our society in order to separate children into catego...
Tone is somewhat totalising in that, once I locate it, it tells me what kind of syntax to use, what word choices to make, how much white space to leave on the page, what sentence length, what the rhyt...
When one is the type of writer who cares about the meaning of the historically specific setting, the history itself is not something that I would call backdrop. It's not window dressing for a timeless...
Δεν τον είχα φιλήσει αλλά ήξερα ότι θα γινόταν κι αυτό, και το ήξερε ότι το ήξερα, και υπήρχε κάτι σαν αμοιβαία χαρά σε τούτη την ολίσθηση προς το αναπόδραστο, κι ας μην ήξερα το όνομά του ή αν ο,τιδή...
The point of the film....was about being a woman, about caring an not caring what happens to you. it was about not really caring.p.198
The important matter of small-town hair p.17
If you’d showered you had a competitive edge at the Mars Room. If
Later, Giddle’s response when I told her I was in love: Oh God, I’m so sorry. Love is awful. It ruins every normal thing, everything but itself. It makes you crazy and for nothing, because it’s so dis...
Art is like a stock with a decent return for people in finance, and they get to feel like they are involved with culture, spend time with artists, as part of their dividend.
The three passions, Stanley had said to me that morning, are love, hate, and ignorance. Ignorance is the strongest.
Looking at someone who is looking at you was a drug as strong as any other.
I usually get up between 7 A.M. and 8 A.M., have coffee, and go right to work. It's really important not to get sidetracked in the morning so I'm still in that dreamy state for my writing.
Save your freedom for a rainy day, someone had written on the bathroom wall at Rudy’s Bar in SoHo,
Most unexpected was the sadness that followed on the heels of pleasure, like smoke from an extinguished candle.
I tried to explain this to Nadine, but she kept interrupting me.
Haberlerin özelliği bunların hiçbir zaman sizin başınıza gelmemesidir.
By caring just that much less than whatever you ante as indifference.
And there you were, he said. In your cotton-underweared splendor.