Then there’s the business of standardized tests. Henry refused to take the SATs – he’d probably score off the charts if he did, but he’s got some kind of aesthetic objection to them.
I was confused by this sudden glare of attention; it was as if the characters in a favorite painting, absorbed in their own concerns, had looked up out of the canvas and spoken to me. Only the day before Francis, in a swish of black cashmere and cigarette smoke, had brushed past me in a corridor. For.
It was like staring into a clear pool that seemed shallow, inches deep, but you might toss a coin in that glassy water and it would fall and fall, spiralling down forever without even striking the bottom.
I often thought how peculiar my life must look to someone reading those letters, far away.
When we are strongest – who draws back? Most merry – who falls down laughing? When we are very bad, – what can they do to us? – ARTHUR RIMBAUD.
Maybe, I thought- reaching in the bag, taking out a stack of money and looking it over- maybe good luck was like bad luck in that it took a while to sink in. You didn’t feel anything at first.
I don’t expect you to understand but it’s rough to be in love with the wrong person.
Hobie had an iron constitution. Whenever he came down with something himself, he drank a Fernet-Branca and kept going.
It was one of the reasons I loved him: for that flattering light in which he saw me, for the person I was when I was with him, for what it was he allowed me to be.
Also they have rattlesnakes, and the death penalty, which I think is primitive and unethical.
But I think maybe it’s more like a column of figures where you add two numbers wrong at the start, and it throws the total. If you trace it back, you can see the mistake – the point where you would have had a different outcome.
I’ve come to believe that there’s no truth beyond.
The ice cream slows down your digestion. The coke settles your stomach and the caffeine cures your headache. Sugar gives you energy.
An invisible, bedrock rightness that reassured me just as it was reassuring to know that far away, whales swarm untroubled in Baltic Waters and monks in arcane time zones chanted ceaselessly for the salvation of the world.
All things fall and are built again.
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it... We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.
The vitality of the act was entirely obfuscated, the beauty, the terror, the sacrifice.′ He took one last drag of this cigarette and put it out. ‘Quite simply,’ he said, ’we didn’t believe. And belief was the one condition which was absolutely necessary. Belief, and absolute surrender.
And the farther I walked away, the more upset I got, at the loss of one of the few stable and unchanging docking-points in the world that I had taken for granted: familiar faces, glad greetings: hey manito! For I had thought that this last touchstone of the past, at least, would be where I’d left it.
Nature red in tooth and claw.’ Perhaps she doesn’t.
La belleza altera la textura de la realidad.