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"There are little scorpions too, with delicate pincers and tiny, probing tails. The geckos eat them, snatching them up and crunching through the crisp black shells with their narrow, reptilian jaws." — Apr 15, 2026 10:22AM
"There are little scorpions too, with delicate pincers and tiny, probing tails. The geckos eat them, snatching them up and crunching through the crisp black shells with their narrow, reptilian jaws." — Apr 15, 2026 10:22AM
“They were heading to an event the woman had heard about on Twitter and to which a famous billionaire with ambitions to resettle humankind on Mars had apparently shown up, but at some point the woman decided the photo was photoshopped, a promotional hoax, and redirected the driver towards a house party”
― Perfection
― Perfection
“This is what the writer craves, in a café in the earliest hours, in an empty drawing room of a hotel, or scrawling in notebook in the pew of a silent cathedral. A sudden shaft of brightness containing the vibration of a particular moment. . . . The unsullied memory of unpremediated gestures of kindness. These are the bread of angels.”
― Bread of Angels: A Memoir
― Bread of Angels: A Memoir
“It’s a familiar experience to poets, that arrival of a phrase laden with more sense than we can immediately discern, a cluster of words that seems to know, as it were, more than we do.”
― The Art of Description: World into Word
― The Art of Description: World into Word
“What I am interested in is a point at which knowing how to be and knowing how to write perhaps intersect. Everyone who writes imagines it in a certain way. . .”
― Lo stadio di Wimbledon
― Lo stadio di Wimbledon
“During the day, the light flooding in would make the room seem a little sad, despite the roses. It would be an evening room. But in the winter, with the curtains drawn, some spots illuminated--the bookcase corner, the record shelves, the desk, the low table between the two settees, and the vague reflections in the mirror--and large expanses in shadow, whence all things would gleam--the polished wood, the rich, heavy silks, the cut glass, the softened leather--it would be a haven of peace, a land of happiness.”
― Things: A Story of the Sixties / A Man Asleep
― Things: A Story of the Sixties / A Man Asleep
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