But you find – surprise – that you like this capitulation from her, this helpless acceding, from the most recent embodiment of all the girls over all the years who’ve given you nothing, not even a curious glance. Welcome to the darker side of love.
Visions are answers. Answers imply questions. It.
It seems good enough; parts seem very good indeed. She has lavish hopes, of course – she wants this to be her best book, the one that finally matches her expectations.
Maybe – let’s not rule it out – this will be the song that cuts clean, the one that matters, the one that sheds standard-issue romance and reveals, under its old skin, a raw blood-red devotion deeper than comfort, a desire profounder than schoolboy satisfaction, a yearning cold and immaculate and unstoppable as snow.
Gratitude is the only appropriate response to everything that happens.
We thought she was alright, we thought her sorrows were ordinary ones, We had no idea.
It’s the country that would have him, since he lacked the necessary papers for more promising places.
All my life I could do anything. I could do anything, really. Except the one thing I wanted.
Tyler. His handsome, lion-eyed ravagement. His capacity for devotion. Which is so sexy. Why do so many gay men lack that? Why are they so distracted, so in love with the idea of more and more and then more, again?
God save us from people who think they’re smarter than they actually are.
Barrett strokes one of the chair’s slick, bile-green arms. “You can get attached to just about anything, can’t you?” he says.
Barrett lingers awhile. He’s not eager to relinquish the strange pleasure of sitting in the green chair, surrounded by the ever-diminishing offerings that had, just yesterday, been daily articles, watching the apartment disappear, piece by piece.
I think pretty much everybody who says he needs money really and truly needs money.
I’ve stayed alive for you. But now you have to let me go.
Yes, she thinks, this probably how it must feel to be a ghost. It’s a little like reading, isn’t it – that same sensation of knowing people, settings, situations, without playing any particular part beyond that of the willing observer.
I know you. I’ve seen it. And, knowing all, I release you.
I had blundered again, obscurely, and rather than go on worrying over my behavior, I decided to just give in and dislike Alice.
You don’t have to matter any more than you do right now.
If I were thinking clearly, Leonard, I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark. And that only I can know, only I can understand my own condition. You live with the threat, you tell me you live with the threat of my extinction. Leonard, I live with it too.
I liked to think you could change your life without abandoning the simple daily truths.