Was für ein Schlag, wenn das Herz eines Menschen mit so etwas fertig werden muss!Wer einen Bruder verliert, der verliert jemanden, mit dem er gemeinsam alt werden konnte, jemanden, der ihm eine Schwäg...
Time is an illusion that makes us all pant.
There's no boot.No boot?No.That makes me sad.I ate it.You ate the boot?Yes.Was it good?No. Were the cigarettes good?No. I couldn't finish them.I couldn't finish the boot.
There are those who take upon themselves to defend God, as if Ultimate Reality, as if the sustaining frame of existence, were something weak and helpless,
The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror. Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other.
The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? (p. 302)
The tennis challenger starts strong but soon loses confidence in his playing. The champion racks up the games. But in the final set, when the challenger has nothing left to lose, he becomes relaxed ag...
The sound would disappear, but the hurt would linger, like the smell of piss long after it has evaporated.
The sad fact is that there are no natural deaths, despite what doctors say. Every death is felt by someone as a murder, as the unjust taking of a loved being. And even the luckiest of us will encounte...
The reward for the watching eye and the listening ear is great. I spent more hours than I can count a quiet witness to the highly mannered, manifold expressions of life that grace our planet. It is so...
The most beautiful rooms I have entered have been empty ones. Warehouses full of light and dust. Empty attics with a view. Coastlines. Prairies.
The meerkats looked away. They did it like one man, all of them turning in the same direction at exactly the same time. I pulled myself out to see what it was. It was Richard Parker. He confirmed what...
The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory l...
The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar. It was natural that, bereft and desperate as I was, in the throes of unremitting suffering. I should turn to God
That is the greatness of literature, and its paradox, that in reading about fictional others we end up reading about ourselves. Sometimes this unwitting self-examination provokes smiles of recognition...
That bungled goodbye hurts me to this day.
Territories in the wild are large not as a matter of taste but of necessity. In a zoo, we do for animals what we have done for ourselves with houses: we bring together in a small space what in the wil...
Stories identify, unify, give meaning to. Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is colour that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.
Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white. It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and a pear are never afraid of the dark.
Readers walked away, their faces lit up because they'd met him, while his was lit up because he'd met them. Henry had written a novel because there was a hole in him that needed filling, a question th...