But there were moments when she played songs that made you wonder where she learned them, where indeed she came from. Harsh-tender wandering tunes with words that smacked of pinewoods or prairie. One...
Aside from all else, there is some truth in that; clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?
You want not to give a damn, to exist without responsibility, without faith or friends or warmth.
You musn't give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they're strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.
With an exceedingly contemptuous expression, Idabel drew up to her full height. Son, she said, and spit between her fingers, what you've got in your britches is no news to me, and no concern of mine:...
What do you think? This ought to be the right kind of place for tough guy like you. Garbage cans. Rats galore. Plenty of cat-bums to gang around with. So scram,’ she said, dropping him… '...I told you...
We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.
They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurerance of our identities?...
There's so few things men can talk about. If a man doesn't like baseball, then he must like horses, and if he doesn't like either of them, well, I'm in trouble anyway: he doesn't like girls.
That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.
Poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't the right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the ri...
Nothing is more usual than to feel that others have shared in our failures, just as it is an ordinary reaction to forget those who have shared in our achievements.
Most secrets should never be told, but especially those that are more menacing to the listener than to the teller.
It’s like Tiffany’s, she said. Not that I give a hoot about jewelry. Diamonds, yes. But it’s tacky to wear diamonds before you’re forty; and even that’s risky. They only look right on the really old g...
It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.
In the country, spring is a time of small happenings happening quietly, hyacinth shoots thrusting in a garden, willows burning with a sudden frosty fire of green, lengthening afternoons of long flowin...
If I do feel guilty, I guess it's because I let him go on dreaming when I wasn't dreaming a bit.
I've always thought a body would have to be sick and dying before they saw the Lord. And I imagined that when He came it would be like looking at the Baptist window: pretty as coloured glass with the...
I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
I don´t want to own anything until I know I have found the place where me and things belong together. I´m not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it´s like.