Their first free and frantic caresses had been preceded by a brief period of strange craftiness, of cringing stealth.
An author’s fondest dream is to turn the reader into a spectator; is this ever attained?
To the Winds, Victor was a problem child insofar as he refused to be one.
I am ready to give you all of my blood, if I had to – it’s hard to explain – sounds flat – but that’s how it is.
The worst madman is the one who fails to consider the possibility of somebody else being mad too.
I, on my part, was as naive as only a pervert can be.
I felt curiously aloof from my own self. No temptations maddened me. The plump, glossy little Eskimo girls with their fish smell, hideous raven hair and guinea pig faces, evoked even less desire in me than Dr. Johnson had.
I love being bossed by you, but every game has its rules.
Dimly, I recall running up to his chair to show him a pretty pebble, which he slowly examined and then slowly put into his mouth.
One of our sillier Zemblan proverbs says: the lost glove is happy. Promptly.
As she began losing track of herself, she thought it proper to inform... them... that what death amounted to was only a more complete assortment of the infinite fractions of solitude.
Physically, he was a sickly bald-headed man resembling a pallid gland. His.
As Ganin looked up at the skeletal roof in the ethereal sky he realized with merciless clarity that his affair with Mary was ended forever. It had lasted no more than four days – four days which were perhaps the happiest days of his life. But now he had exhausted his memories, was sated by them, and the image of Mary, together with that of the old dying poet, now remained in the house of ghosts, which itself was already a memory.
La mujer barbuda nos lee las manos y predice lo que seremos, aunque no adivina lo que somos.
The Goldsworth castle became particularly solitary after that turning point at dusk which resembles so much the nightfall of the mind. Stealthy.
Let me add, just in case, that experts on literary “schools” should wisely refrain this time from casually dragging in “the influence of German Impressionists”: I do not know German and have never read the Impressionists – whoever they are.
No wonder tobacco shops have a predilection for corners, for.
In life, as in chess, it is always better to analyze one’s motives and intentions.
The strange mirage-shimmer standing in for death should not appear too soon in the chronicle and yet it should permeate the first amorous scenes.
But I want to make sure of our whereabouts and whenabouts,′ said Van. ‘It is a philosophical need.