My grandmother, who, when I visited, stared at me with the staggering, arrogant stare of the dying, the wise vapidity of the already gone; she refused to occupy the features of her face.
Lorrie Moore[T]he normal and the everyday are often amazingly unstoppable, and what is unimaginable is the cessation of them. The world is resilient, and, no matter what interruptions occur, people so badly want to return to their lives and get on with them. A veneer of civilization descends quickly, like a shining rain. Dust is settled.
Lorrie MooreStichwörter: life civilization 9-11 disaster normality resiliency
Back at home, days later, feel cranky and tired. Sit on the couch and tell him he's stupid. That you bet he doesn't know who Coriolanus is. That since you moved in you've noticed he rarely reads. He will give you a hurt, hungry-to-learn look, with his James Cagney eyes. He will try to kiss you. Turn your head. Feel suffocated. (from "How")
Lorrie MooreStichwörter: relationships affair discontent
You only live at once." Which seemed to her all the more reason to be careful, to take it easy, to have an ordinary life.
Lorrie MooreForget being a decent man, Terence. Go for castability. Could you even play a decent man in a movie?
Lorrie MoorePek çok eski Fransız tüccarı doğayla, özellikle de suyla öyle düşmanca ilişkiler içindeymiş ki isim verdikleri her şey kasvetlerini taşıyordu: bütün hoş tatil yerlerinin adları Fransızcadan Ölümün Kapısı, Dalgaların Mezarı ya da Şeytanın Gölü olarak çevrilmişti.
Lorrie MooreStichwörter: su doğa fransızlar yer-isimleri
Things, however, rarely happened the way you understood them. Mostly they just sort of drove up alongside what you thought was the case and then moved randomly down some other way.
Lorrie MooreStichwörter: life
Where does love go? When something you have taped on the wall falls off, what has happened to the stickum? It has relaxed. It has accumulated an assortment of hairs and fuzzies. It has said "Fuck it" and given up. It doesn't go anywhere special, it's just gone. Energy is created, and then it is destroyed. So much for the laws of physics. So much for chemistry. So much for not so much.
Lorrie MooreStichwörter: love relationships
The proper relationship of a writer to his or her own life is similar to a cook with a cupboard. What the cook takes from the cupboard is not the same thing as what is in the cupboard.
Lorrie MooreI tried not to think about my life. I did not have any good solid plans for it long-term - no bad plans either, no plans at all - and the lostness of that, compared with the clear ambitions of my friends (marriage, children, law school), sometimes shamed me. Other times in my mind I defended such a condition as morally and intellectually superior - my life was open and ready and free - but that did not make it less lonely.
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