An unfinished book. left unattended, turns feral, and she would need all her focus, will and ruthless determination to tame it again.
Може би търсиш прекалено усърдно…
Memories are time beings,
You can’t hold on to water or keep it from leaking away.
The important thing was that we were being polite and not saying all the things that were making us unhappy, which was the only way we knew how to love each other.
So then you ask her when her birthday is, and she says, Hmm, I don’t really remember being born
Maybe this is what it’s like when you die. Your inbox stays empty. At first, you just think nobody’s answering, so you check your SENT box to make sure your outgoing mail is okay, and then you check y...
Maketa, I said, throwing myself down in the sand. I lost. The ocean won.She smiled. Was it a good feeling?Mm, I said.That’s good, she said. Have another rice ball?
I’m a novelist, Ruth said. I can’t help it. My narrative preferences are all I’ve got.
I thought I understood everything about cruelty, but it turns out, I didn’t understand anything at all.
How much can you really trust the promise of a suicidal father?
A name could be either a ghost or a portent depending on which side of time you were standing. The name Whaletown had become a mere specter of the past, a crepuscular Pacific shimmer, but the name Des...
What is it that frightens us about a "novel of causes", and conversely, does fiction have to exist in some suspended, apolitical landscape in order to be literary? Can it not politically and temporall...
В своем дневнике ты цитируешь высказывание Дзико — что-то насчет незнания, вроде незнание сближает людей сильнее, чем что бы то ни было еще, или мне это просто приснилось? В общем, я много об этом дум...
What’s the point in beating yourself up when other people will do it for you?
The eternal now, he said. She wanted to catch it, remember? To pin it down. That was the point. Of writing? Or suicide.
No matter how much bullying they inflict on my body, as long as I have this hope, I can endure any pain.
My last thoughts, measured out in drops of ink.
I am a time being. Do you know what a time being is? Well, if you give me a moment, I will tell you. A time being is someone who lives in time, and that means you, and me, and every one of us who is,...
— Квантовая информация — это как информация из сна, — сказал он. — Мы не можем показать ее другим, а когда мы пытаемся ее описать, мы меняем память о ней