Writing exists (for me) at the intersection of three precarious, uncertain elements: language, the world, the self. The first is never wholly mine; the second I can only ever know in a partial sense;...
Writing exists (for me) at the intersection of three precarious, uncertain elements: language, the world, the self.
Yes, yes, many months ago. But your mother is someone who will always be in my life. She's not the kind of person who leaves your life when she's in it. Anyway, when someone you care about gets ill, a...
Yet Tracey was steadfast and loyal to his memory, far more likely to defend her absent father than I was to speak kindly of my wholly attentive one.
[Forster] quotes approvingly from this discussion, from The Magic Flute [by Goldsworthy Lowes Dickinson]Lord Buddha was your gospel true?True and False. What was true in it?Selflessness and Love. What...
But that coldness stopped up the sentence in my mouth. What
Can remember thinking, if they can do this to women? Do they have the power to reprogram their mothers? To make their mothers into the kinds of women their younger selves would not even recognize?
For the Owl there was something Infinitely Preferable About the Night. The Owl had difficulty explaining this to other birds.
Grass can be seen, although it is important not to
Software is not neutral. Different software embeds different philosophies, and these philosophies, as they become ubiquitous, become invisible.
The sheer beauty of the voice, its monumental dose of soul, the pain implicit within it, bypassed all my conscious opinions, my critical intelligence or sense of the sentimental,
This light was something else again. It buzzed and held you in its heat, it was thick, alive with pollen and insects and birds, and because nothing higher than one story interrupted its path, it gave...
When she’d finished she would give one of four possible judgments. Zippy—which was good; Important—which was very good; Controversial—which could be either good or bad, you never knew; or Lidderary, w...
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.
Do me this one, great favor, Jones. If ever you hear anyone, when you are back home...if ever you hear anyone speak of the East, and here his voice plummeted a register, and the tone was full and sad,...
A) Are the skies you sleep under likely to open up for weeks on end?(b) Is the ground you walk on likely to tremble and split?(c) Is there a chance (and please check the box, no matter how small that...
Oh, he loves her; just as the English loved India and Africa and Ireland; it is the love that is the problem, people treat their lovers badly)
And she had not paid a high price. Only love. Just love. And whatever Corinthians might say, love is not such a hard thing to forfeit, not if you’ve never really felt it. She did not love Archie, but...
- I couldn't help but notice the placidity of a small female household. In Tracey's home, disappointment in the man was ancient history: they never really had any hope in him, for he had almost never...
Don't ever underestimate people, don't ever underestimate the pleasure they receive from viewing pain that is not their own... Pain by itself is just Pain. But Pain + Distance can = entertainment, voy...
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