A miracle to confound natural law, a baffling reversal of the inevitable consequences . . . a miracle. . . . An act of high imagination -- daring and lurid and impossible. Yes, a cartoon of the mind.
Precisely where the land touched water at high tide, where things came together but also separated.
His love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.
I love you, someone says, and instantly we begin to wonder - Well, how much? - and when the answer comes - With my whole heart - we then wonder about the wholeness of a fickle heart.) Our lovers, our...
It had nothing to do with morality. Embarrassment, that’s all it was. And right then I submitted. I would go to the war—I would kill and maybe die—because I was embarrassed not to.