And I can’t be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.

There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impractical; she was an unbearable detailOf the supreme celestial map,Of which I had been...

There may be hostility and ambivalence, there may even be no responses and those are the worst because it means people do not care. Yet all of these are part of the parcel of land...

In these times I don’t, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don’t want what I know and want what I don’t know.

Author says he suffered from both “a craving to be famous” and “a horror of being known to like being known.

Don Bradman will bat no more against England, and two contrary feelings dispute within us: relief, that our bowlers will no longer be oppressed by this phenomenon; regret, that a miracle has been removed from...

I slide to my knees and say, “Please let this be over.” Then, I’m not ready for it to be over.

To love is to think.And I almost forget to feel only from thinking about her.I don’t know what I want at all, even from her, and I don’t think about anything but her.I have a...

What am I doing? Tearing myself. My usual occupation at most times.

Strangman shrugged theatrically. “It might,” he repeated with great emphasis. “Let’s admit that. It makes it more interesting—particularly for Kerans. ‘Did I or did I not try to kill myself?’ One of the few existential...

Dad scowls. “Phen.” He says the name like it’s a swear word. “Disgusting, cowardly creatures, the ambivalent. Worse than the fallen, in many ways.” His eyes are so fierce it’s a tad scary. “They have...