He remembered a joke he had heard in a Cairo café. A prophet in the middle of a desert tells a traveller who is dying of thirst that all he needs is water. There is no water, replies the traveller. Ye...
He found in the time he was able to spend with Tom—by phone once a month and what became after a time an annual visit to Sydney in midwinter, and then, as his reputation grew and he travelled to Sydne...
But sometimes [love] was just there: ... he was ... shocked to know he had been lucky to live and know it, to love and be loved.
Because in the end history—like the Berlin Wall—shapes people, had shaped her, but would not in the end determine her, because in the end it cannot account for the great irrational—the great human—for...
And this sense, this feeling of communion, would at moments overwhelm him. At such times he had the sensation that there was only one book in the universe, and that all books were simply portals into...
And so he poured himself with renewed determination into her arms, into her conversations, into her fears and jokes and stories, hoping that this intimacy would finally smother all memory of Amy Mulva...
Վիկտոր Հյուգոյին պաշտող պարոն Հանգը թերևս իրավացի էր ասելով, որ գիրք ստեղծել (նույիսկ այնքան անկատար, ինչպիսին այս խղճուկ օրինակն է, որ դուք այժմ ընթերցում եք), նշանակում է հասկանալ, որ դրա էջերում ապ...
Նույիսկ այս այլանդակ կղզու այլանդակ չափանիշներով Յորգեն Յորգենսենը, որքան էլ որ փքվեր, հավալուսնի խղճուկ մի կղկղանք էր՝ երկար ու սուր անկյուններով, կարճ ասած՝ ոչ թե մարդ, այլ վերնահագուստի կանգուն կախ...
Auger-eyed woman’s small stout form, outlining her
As a meteorite strike long ago explains the large lake now, so Amy’s absence shaped everything, even when—and sometimes most particularly when—he wasn’t thinking of her.
It did not mean those things he had been told it meant, that the soldier could now rest, that his job was done. What job? Why? How could anyone rest?
A murderer's light spilled out from the sunset. It flooded William Street with its ruddy glow and ran beneath the blue-black hail clouds and up the boulevard like hot blood.