They’re just memories now. Time to write them off.
Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.
Where else would she feel more comfortable than in this subterranean realm where people wrote down what they couldn’t say, where they gave voice to their most shameful longings and knowledge?
All of a sudden America wasn’t about hamburgers and hot rods anymore. It was about the Mayflower and Plymouth Rock. It was about something that had happened for two minutes four hundred years ago, instead of everything that had happened since. Instead of everything that was happening now!
I’m the final clause in a periodic sentence, and that sentence begins a long time ago, in another language, and you to read it from the beginning to get to the end, which is my arrival.
If Mitchell was ever going to become a good Christian, he would have to stop disliking people so intensely.
All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up to the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected water.
Her eyes watered and she was a foot taller than any of her sisters, mostly because of the length of her neck which would one day hang from the end of a rope.
To start with, look at all the books.
Every letter was a love letter.
She was a large, disordered woman, like a child’s drawing that didn’t stay within the lines.
To be inclusive you must accommodate different levels of sophistication.
College wasn’t like the real world. In the real world people dropped names based on their renown. In college, people dropped names based on their obscurity.
Some cities have fallen into ruin and some are built upon ruins but others contain their own ruins while still growing.
The only way we know it’s true is that we both dreamed it. That’s what reality is. It’s a dream everyone has together.
What if you had faith and performed good works, what if you died and went to heaven, and what if all the people you met there were people you didn’t like?
Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils.
They were bound for college, husbands, child-rearing, unhappiness only dimly perceived- bound, in other words, for life.
It took courage to let things fall apart so beautifully.
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sku was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.