You might say that S. has only himself to blame, that it is entirely his choice to fight this fight, to live a life of vigilant somnolence or somnolent vigilantism, to allow himself to be...

That’s kind of sad.-I used to think so. Now I think: you’re born a certain way. Later you get to decide how much you want to fight/change that. I don’t mind being alone.-You must mind....

Something about her in this moment strikes him as being familiar. The motion of her arm? The shape of her hand? The wrinkle of her upper lip? He does not know. Nor does he have...

For one moment, it is more important to take in the spectacular than to worry about the pressing business of staying alive.

Artistic integrity is not a guest whom one may choose not to invite to a gala. She must be the first you invite, the first you seat, the first you serve food and wine, the...

It was stolen. As most beautiful things eventually are.

The feeling, for those seconds, is glorious—it reminds him that he is human, that he is so insignificant as to be utterly free, and he is being guided along gracefully, lovingly, by the hand of...

What begins at the water shall end there, and what ends there shall once more begin. Words are a gift to the dead and a warning to the living.

It’s extremely cool how the words can stay the same but their meaning can change.-Because the reader changes.-EXACTLY