Quotes from Michael Cunningham

Yine de bu kaba ve y?k?lmaz dünyay? seviyor, baÅŸkalar?n?n da sevdiÄŸini biliyor, hem yoksullar?n hem zenginlerin, hiç kimse bunun nedenlerinden özel olarak söz etmese de. Yoksa, ne kadar karars?z olsak da, ne kadar yara alm?? olsak da neden yaÅŸamak için çaba harcayal?m ki?

This is one of the most singular experiences, waking on what feels like a good day, preparing to work but not yet actually embarked. At this moment there are infinite possibilities, whole hours ahead.

Richard kurnazca gülümsüyor. 'Ah ÅŸu uÄŸurlu iÅŸaretler,' diyor, 'onlara inan?yor musun? Bize bu kadar önem verildiÄŸini mi düÅŸünüyorsun? Bizimle bu kadar ilgilenildiÄŸini mi düÅŸünüyorsunuz? Ah, öyle olsa harika olmaz m?yd?? Eh, belki de öyledir.

In heaven, Lucas would be beautiful. He'd speak a language everyone understood.

Remember, Peter: you are some hybrid of friend and hired help. You have latitude, but you can't get uppity.

One error at the beginning is quite likely just that.

Esto, piensa Virginia, es el autentico logro; lo que sobrevivirá después de que se haya marchitado el oropel de los experimentos narrativos

She is not given to fawning over celebrities, no more than most people, but can't help being drawn to the aura of fame—and more than fame, actual immortality— implied by the presence of a movie star in a trailer.

I don't know if I can face this. You know. The party and the ceremony, and then the hour after that, and the hour after that.

Superstitions are a comfort sometimes, I don't know why you so adamantly refuse all comforts.

What you are, more than anything, is alive.

Not all people were meant to be lovers.

Here they are, this once-prosperous couple, shocked, altered, dragged before the seat of the conqueror who'd promised it was only the servants and petty thieves who'd suffer.

Is this what it's like to go crazy? She'd never imagined it like this.

Do you want to much to live in London? he asks. I do, she says. I wish it were otherwise. I wish I were happy with the quiet life. As do I.

The lives great artists live and the books they write are two very different things.

It's remarkable, being alive. Being, once again, someone walking through a dust of blowing snow...

It's remarkable, being alive. Being, once again, someone walking through a dust of blowing snow, passing the window of the liquor store, which offers an array of bottles surrounded by tiny blinking lights,; seeing her own reflection skim across the glass; being, once again, able to recieve the ordinary pleasures, boots on the pavement, hands in the pockets of her jacket...

This, Barrett Meeks, is your work. You witness, and compile. You persevere.

However multilingual we may be as readers, we find ourselves faced with a fundamental, inescapable responsibility. We must understand that any book & especially a great one is a complex & highly personal exchange between its writer & its readers. None of us reads precisely the same book, even if the words are identical. Readers too, are part of the ongoing process of translation that begins in the author's mind.

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.

Aspettavamo, senza particolare urgenza, di vedere se qualcuno ci avrebbe chiesto un altro tipo d'amore, quello più terrificante e travolgente.

I admit it - there was a streak of sadism in my lusts. There was the taint of vanity. I choose ordinary men who would not refuse; who would feel lucky to have me. I did not thrill to the sight of their flesh - which was either bulky or scrawny but always abashed and grateful - so much as I did to the fact of their capture.

La gente es más de lo que creemos. Y también menos. La clave está en entender ambas cosas.