I was at that age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me. And worse, I was in love.
I am a lumberjack... I can never manage to be a chic.
People think of all kinds of things at three in the morning. We all do. That’s why we each have to figure out our own way of fighting it off.
After she left, no one knows how wretched I felt, how deep the abyss. How could they? I can barely recall it myself. How much did I suffer? How much pain did I go through? I wish there was a machine that could accurately measure sadness, and display it in numbers that you could record, And it would be great if that machine could fit in the palm of your hand.
What I was feeling was a fundamental numbness. The numbness your heart automatically activates to lessen the awful pain when you want somebody desperately and they reject you. A kind of emotional morphine.
As I relax on the sofa a thought hits me, this is exactly the place I’ve been looking for forever... I can barely believe that it actually exists.
She looks clumsy, beautiful. It’s a beauty that could pierce the most delicate regions of the heart of the viewer.
Her pubic hair grew like a patch of grass that had been trampled by a passing army.
You’d yell at the top of your lungs, but nobody would hear you, and you couldn’t expect anyone to find you.
If I’d wanted to do just an adequate job, I could have done only so much and no more; if I wanted to do it right, I could do it right. But just because I’d get down to details didn’t necessarily mean my labors were always appreciated. Some folks would call it tedious nit-picking. Still, as I said before, I’m one for doing my best. It’s just my nature. And even more, it’s a matter of pride.
Porque, doctora, vivir y saber morir, en cierto sentido, tienen un valor equivalente.
The image of her in another man’s arms was stuck in my mind, as real as life. As if there was a demon with nowhere else to go clinging to a corner of the ceiling, eyes fastened on me.
Being alive is a killer, if you think about it.
The past became a long, razor-sharp skewer that stabbed right through his heart. Silent silver pain shot through him, transforming his spine to a pillar of ice. The pain remained, unabated. He held his breath, shut his eyes tight, enduring the agony.
What is important is not creating something out of nothing. What my friends need to do is discover the right thing from what is already there.
Being able to say you don’t have any money is the best thing about being rich.
I don’t think most people would like my personality. There might be a few – very few, I would imagine – who are impressed by it, but only rarely would anyone like it. Who in the world could possibly have warm feelings, or something like them, for a person who doesn’t compromise, who instead, whenever a problem crops up, locks himself away alone in a closet?
He had probably never thought about the difference between hard work and manual labour, either.
If you want to take those feelings and smash somebody with them, smash me. Then we can understand each other.
Maybe so, but I’m not just looking up at the sky and waiting for the fruit to drop. In my own way, I’m working hard. I’m working ten times harder than you are.