It’s hard to keep apocalypse consistently in mind, especially if you want to get out of bed in the morning.
It's easy to confuse a woman for a philosophy
I'm not sure if you're the person for me any more.
I think Seneca is right: life feels longer the more you engage with it.
Either everything is sacred or nothing is. And if he starts burning other people’s things, then he loses something sacred also. Everyone gets what’s coming, sooner or later.
Don't you think they're as bored as you are? You think you're somebody special? You think I wake up everyday so happy to see you? You're a snob, just in the other way. Do you think you are the only on...
Did you know this is how other families are?...What a peaceful existence. What a joy their lives must be. They open a door and all they've got behind it is a bathroom or living room. Just neutral spac...
A trauma is something one repeats and repeats, after all, and this is the tragedy of the Iqbals--that they can't help but reenact the dash they once made from one land to another, from one faith to an...
As long as we encourage a culture of victim hood, said Monty, with the rhythmic smoothness of self-quotation, we will continue to raise victims. And so the cycle of underachievement continues.
Then you begin to give up the very idea of belonging. Suddenly this thing, this belonging,it seems like some long, dirty lie ... and I begin to believe that birthplaces are accidents, that everything...
Or at least I felt that within the lie there was a deeper truth.
Not long ago I sat down to dinner with an American woman who told me how disappointed she had been to finally read Middlemarch and find that it was Just this long, whiny, trawling search for a man! Th...
You don't have favourites among your children, but you do have allies.
While she was becoming, everyone grew up and became.
They’d met people like me before. They knew how little reality we can take. • • •
The shit is *not* the shit (this was Mo's mantra,) the *pigeon* is the shit.
The other cyclists used to take breaks to watch him do it. Lean their bikes against the incline and time him with the second hand of their wristwatches. 62.8 every time. That kind of inability to impr...
The fate of the young man in his headphones, who faced a jail cell that very night, did not seem such a world away from his own predicament: an anniversary party full of academics.
She wore her sexuality with an older woman’s ease, and not (as with most of the girls Archie had run with in the past) like an awkward purse, never knowing how to hold it, where to hang it, or when to...
No matter what Jody did, she said nothing. She had learned how to talk some and leave some. She was a rut in the road. Plenty of life beneath the surface but it was kept beaten down by the wheels. Som...