I was realising that all new feelings from here on in would probably be bad ones. Surprises would no longer be good.
Lorrie MooreBiri sizden ayrıldığında tüm çekiciliğinizi kaybedersiniz ve karşı tarafın yeni bir başlangıç yaparken size dair beslediği tüm kuşkular böylece kanıtlanmış olur.
Lorrie MooreI am stealing more and more money. I keep it in my top drawer beneath my underwear, along with my diaphragm and lipstick and switchblade—these are things a woman needs
Lorrie MooreI tell them dance begins when a moment of hurt combines with a moment of boredom. I tell them it's the body's reaching, bringing air to itself. I tell them that it's the heart's triumph, the victory speech of the feet, the refinement of animal lunge and flight, the purest metaphor of tribe and self. It's life flipping death the bird. I make this stuff up.
Lorrie MooreThis is Quilty's audition ritual: whenever he feels it is time for it, he calls upon himself to audition for love. He has no script, no reliable sense of stage, just a faceful of his heart's own greasepaint and a relentless need for applause.
Lorrie MooreI am thinking of the dancing body's magnificent and ostentatious scorn. This is how we offer ourselves, enter heaven, enter speaking: we say with motion, in space, This is what life's done so far down here; this is all and what and everything it's managed - this body, these bodies, that body - so what do you think, Heaven? What do you fucking think?
Lorrie Moore...it all remained unreadable for him, though reading, he felt, was not a natural thing and should not be done to people. In general, people were not road maps. People were not hieroglyphs or books. They were not stories. A person was a collection of accidents. A person was an infinite pile of rocks with things growing underneath.
Lorrie MooreThere is something comforting, thinks Mack, in embracing someone the same size as you.
Lorrie MooreAre you anywhere near Champaign-Urbana?"
"No."
"I went there once. I thought from its name that it would be a different kind of place. I kept saying to myself, 'Champagne, urbah na, champagne, urbah na! Champagne! Urbana'" He sighed. "It was just this thing in the middle of a field.
Her voice was husky, vibrating, slightly flat, coming in just under each note like a saucer under a cup.
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