There’s a point when you go with what you’ve got. Or you don’t go.
Mourning has its place but also its limits.
Anything worth having has its price.
Only the dying man can tell how much time he has left.
We imagined we knew everything the other thought, even when we did not necessarily want to know it, but in fact, I have come to see, we knew not the smallest fraction of what there was to know.
What does it cost to lose those weeks, that light, the very nights in the year preferred over all others? Can you evade the dying of the brightness? Or do you evade only its warning? Where are you left if you miss the message the blue nights bring?
Let me just be in the ground. Let me just be in the ground and go to sleep.
Why do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go.
I know what “nothing” means, and keep on playing.
It is often said that New York is a city for only the very rich and the very poor. It is less often said that New York is also, at least for those of us who came there from somewhere else, a city for only the very young.
The future always looks good in the golden land, because no one remembers the past.
I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead.
When I am near the end of a book, I have to sleep in the same room with it.
Time is the school in which we learn.
I know what the fear is. The fear is not for what is lost. What is lost is already in the wall. What is lost is already behind the locked doors. The fear is for what is still to be lost.
Memories are what you no longer want to remember.
The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to their dream.
Of course great hotels have always been social ideas, flawless mirrors to the particular societies they service.
Some of us who live in arid parts of the world think about water with a reverence others might find excessive.
I don’t think anybody feels like they’re a good parent. Or if people think they’re good parents, they ought to think again.