One man's feeling is not always equal to all life is. Sometimes it's not equal to anything much at all.
It's only our faith in illusions that makes life possible. It's believing in reality that does us in every time.
It had been a day to die, not because it was a special day but because it wasn't, and every day was a day to die now, and the only question that pressed on them, as to who might be next, had been answ...
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...
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...
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.
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...
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.