The presence of danger has a way of making you feel fully awake.
There it is, they'd say. Over and over—there it is, my friend, there it is—as if the repetition itself were an act of poise, a balance between crazyand almost crazy, knowing without going, there it is...
They did not submit to the obvious alternative, which was simply to close the eyes and fall. So easy, really. Go limp and tumble to the ground and let the muscles unwind and not speak and not budge un...
The world shrieks and sinks talons into our hearts. This we call memory.
Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishon...
It was boredom with a twist, the kind of boredom that caused stomach disorders. (p 34 Spin)
What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end...
Nostalgia-- that's the basic sickness, and I never heard of a doctor who can cure it.
I was a coward. I went to the war.
Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when m...
They would repair the leaks in their eyes.
Love, as wonderful and horrible as it is, has at its center a kind of pitiful humor.
We are fascinated, all of us, by the implacable otherness of others. And we wish to penetrate by hypothesis, by daydream, by scientific investigation those leaden walls that encase the human spirit, t...
Beyond
Martha'nın akciğerlerinde uyumak, onun kanını solumak ve avutulmak istiyordu.
He felt crazy sometimes. Real depravity. Late at night an electric sizzle came into his blood, a tight pumped-up killing rage, and he couldn't keep it in and he couldn't let it out. He wanted to hurt...
They shared the weight of memory. They took up what others could no longer bear. Often,
How crazy it was that people who were so incredibly alive could get so incredibly dead
Proximity to death brings with it a corresponding proximity to life.
Her white skin and those dark brown eyes and the way she always smiled at the world - always, it seemed - as if her face had been designed that way. The smile never went away.
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