Rodwell wandered into No Man's Land and put a bullet through his ears. On Sunday, Robert sat on his bed in the old hotel at Bailleul and read what Rodwell had written. To my daughter, Laurine;Love you...
Ede had been pregnant not quite the full term: eight months, two weeks, four days. She had lapsed into an extended silence - partly because she was still in mourning - still enraged and afraid of spee...
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...
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.
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...
Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.
La nuit tombe, le jour se lève. Toujours.
I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.
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...
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...
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...
In a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.
People can only be found in what they do.