She had been crying after a routine row with her mother and, as had happened on former occasions, had not wished me to see her swollen eyes: she had one of those tender complexions that after a good c...
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
Mas o amor, dizia ele, era tudo menos credível, a vida real era ridícula, os labregos riam-se do amor.
Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles,...
If there is anything of which I am certain in life it is that I shall never exchange the liberty of my exile for the vile parody of home.
I grew, a happy, healthy child in a bright world of illustrated books, clean sand, orange trees, friendly dogs, sea vistas and smiling faces.
I adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly.
Direct interference in a person's life does not enter our scope of activity, nor, on the other, tralatitiously speaking, hand, is his destiny a chain of predeterminate links: some future events may be...
Because you took advantage of a sinner because you took advantage because you took because you took advantage of my disadvantage … That’s good, you know. That’s damned good. … when I stood Adam-naked...
And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine.
An oblong puddle inset in the coarse asphalt; like a fancy footprint filled to the brim with quicksilver; like a spatulate hole through which you can see the nether sky. Surrounded, I note, by a diffu...
Amikor korábbi önmagunkra emlékezünk, mindig ott van az a hosszú árnyékot vető kis figura, amely mint egy bizonytalan, megkésett vendég áll meg a megvilágított küszöbön egy kifogástalanul szűkülő foly...
(T)here exist friendships which develop their own inner duration, their own eons of transparent time.
I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, and I speak like a child.
– Tudod, a halálban az a legrettenetesebb, hogy az ember olyan tökéletesen magára marad.
With the ebb of lust, an ashen sense of awfulness, abetted by the realistic drabness of a grey neuralgic day, crept over me and hummed within my temples.
We loved - and it has all gone, somewhere...We loved - and now our love is frozen,and now it lies, one wing spread out, raisingits little feet - a dead sparrow on the dampgravel... But we loved... we...
Thus it transpired that even Berlin could be mysterious. Within the linden's bloom the streetlight winks. A dark and honeyed hush envelops us. Across the curb one's passing shadow slinks: across a stu...
There, tam, la-bas, the gaze of men glows with inimitable understanding; there the freaks that are tortured here walk unmolested; there time takes shape according to one’s pleasure, like a figured rug...
The spiral is a spiritualized circle. In the spiral form, the circle, uncoiled, has ceased to be vicious; it has been set free.