Some people are born to make great art and others are born to appreciate it. … It is a kind of talent in itself, to be an audience, whether you are the spectator in the gallery or you are listening to the voice of the world's greatest soprano. Not ...
If want a person wants is his life, he tends to be quiet about wanting anything else.
He was so close to her then that they owned every molecule of air in the tiny room and the air grew heavy with their desire and worked to move them together.
The quality of gifts depends on the sincerity of the giver.
But it is never about who has given what. That is not the way of gifts. This is not a business we are conducting.
He realized now he was only just beginning to see the full extent to which it was his destiny to follow, to walk blindly into fates he could never understand. In fate there was reward, in turning over one's heart to God there was a magnificence that ...
He was in love, and never had he felt such kindness towards another person.
There was no time for kissing but she wanted him to know that in the future there would be. A kiss in so much loneliness was like a hand pulling you up out of the water, scooping you up from a place of drowning and into the reckless abundance of air....
Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
As if music were a separate thing you could drive yourself into, make love to, fuck.
...was an elegant woman in a city of so many thousands of elegant women...
Sleep was a country for which he could not obtain a visa.
Gen was sleeping the sleep of the heavily drugged.
They lived their lives only for the hour that lay ahead of them.
...as if the world had become a giant train station in which everything was delayed until further notice.
