1915. The year itself looks sepia and soiled-muddied like its pictures. In the snapshots everyone at first seems timid-lost-irresolute. Boys and men squinting at the camera.
No one belongs to anyone. We're all cut off at birth with a knife and left at the mercy of strangers. You hear that? Strangers. I know what you want to do. I know you're going to go away to be a soldi...
Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.
Mi always thought of him as living in a body one size smaller than his being - part of him always rushing forward beyond the rest of him, leaving part of him behind. [...] Skin-tight, expressionless -...
As for the myths, take anyone's life and deny that most of it is deliberate self-delusion - an aggrandizement - a mixture of lies and truth, of what was wanted and what was had, producing the necessar...
Има степени на лудост, разбира се. Аз открих следи в самия себе си, признавам. – Той махна с ръка. – Но лудостта е силен звяр и не може да бъде уловена в теории. С времето се научих не само да не вярв...
In a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.
You die when you can't be real, Dolly thought. When you can't see who you are and when you cannot see what it.
You die when you can't be real, Dolly thought. When you can't see who you are and when you cannot see what is.
What you people who weren't yet born can never know is what it meant to sleep in cities under silent falls of snow when all night long the only sounds you heard were dogs that parked at trains that pa...
I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.
Ако оцеляването ѝ зависи от вярата ѝ, че живее на Луната, тогава ние трябва да приемем нейната реалност, а не тя нашата.
Music is the worst of them - roiling and boiling - overly emotionalized on the one hand, overly intellectuallized on the other. Bach and Mozart indeed! Bach inevitably makes me think of fish in a barr...
With Tom, there had never been a door to close, only the grass to lie on, never a bed; no walls, no ceiling to shut them in - or others out. Only the moon to see them, only the moon, some stars and wh...
The mud. There are no good similes. Mud must be a Flemish word. Mud was invented here. Mudland must have been its name. The ground is the colour of steel. Over most of the plain there isn't a trace of...