He had not seen her since that afternoon. And with the miracle that is male compartmentalization he had barely thought of her either.
He had an absolute empathy for everybody, Magid. And it was an unbelievable pain in the arse.
Happy is the novelist, claims Nabokov, who manages to preserve an actual love letter that he received when he was young within a work of fiction, embedded in it like a clean bullet in flabby flesh and...
Greetings cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.
Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories.
Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories. Outside
Early in the morning, late in the century, Cricklewood Broadway.
Do others have to lose so we can win?
Claire spoke often in her poetry of the idea of fittingness: that is, when your chosen pursuit and your ability to achieve it--no matter how small or insignificant both might be--are matched exactly,...
But he had underestimated the strangeness of talking about the future of his life with someone for whom the future still seemed unbounded: a pleasure palace of choices, with infinite doors, in which o...
But first a description: Clara Bowden was beautiful in all senses except maybe, by virtue of being black, the classical. Clara Bowden was magnificently tall, black as ebony and crushed sable, with hai...
But as the prey evolves (and we are prey to the Mad who are pursuing us, desperate to impart their own brand of truth to the hapless commuter) so does the hunter, and the true professionals begin to t...
But I was so much older then, sang Archie mischievously, quoting a ten-year-old Dylan track, arching his head round the door, I’m younger than that now.
Brute force outraged her, I think, because it was outside her beloved realm of language, and in response to it she really had nothing to say. Despite her revolutionary stylings I don't think my mother...
Archie says -Science- the same way he says -Modern-, as if someone has lent him the words and made him swear not to break them.
Always the fear of consequences. Always this terrible inertia. What he was about to do to his father was so huge, so colossal, that the consequences were inconceivable - he couldn't imagine a moment o...
A carefully preserved English accent also upped the fear factor.
/Why do you insist on taking the scooter if you know you’re not going to want to use it?’The child spoke with her wet lips brushing the flesh of her mother’s ear: 'I don’t know what I’m going to want...
At any time of the day, corduroy is a highly stressful fabric. Rent collectors wear it. Tax collectors, too. History teachers add leather elbow patches.
Настоящее дерьмо (такова была мантра Мо) - это голуби, а не их дерьмо.Развод - это когда отбираешь то, что тебе больше не нужно у тех, кого ты больше не любишь.