Bina, thank you. Bina, listen, this guy. His name wasn't Lasker. This guy-'
She puts a hand to his mouth. She has not touched him in three years. It probably would be too much to say that he feels the darkness lift at the touch of her fingertips against his lips. But it shivers, and light bleeds in among the cracks.
Tag: love mystery detective noir beautiful reconciliation
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My Saturday Night. My Saturday night is like a microwave burrito. Very tough to ruin something that starts out so bad to begin with.
Michael ChabonIt is always so simple, and so complicating, to accept an apology.
Michael ChabonSee you in the funny papers," he said. Jaunty, he reminded himself; always jaunty. In my panache is their hope for salvation.
Michael ChabonDrunk, Jane spoke as though she were Nancy Drew. I was a fool for a girl with a dainty lexicon.
Michael ChabonKim są ci ludzie?- powtarza Herc Szemec. - To żydki. Żydki, które coś knują. Wiem, że to tautologia.
Michael ChabonTag: humor
All at once he feels weary of ganefs and prophets, guns and sacrifices and the infinite gangster weight of God. He's tired of hearing about the promised land and the inevitable bloodshed required for its redemption.
Michael Chabon[His coat] emitted an odor of bus station so desolate that just standing next to him you could feel your luck changing for the worse.
Michael ChabonTag: luck busstations
A story begins with this nebulous feeling that’s hard to get a hold of and you’re testing your feelings and assumptions, testing what you believe. They end up turning into keepsakes and mementos—like amber in which a memory gets trapped.
Michael ChabonTag: storytelling memory
Although sex was something they both regarded as perilous, marriage had, by contrast, seemed safe– a safe house in a world of danger; the ultimate haven of two solitary, fearful souls. When you were single, this was what everyone who was already married was always telling you. Daniel himself had said it to his unmarried friends. It was, however, a lie. Sex had everything to do with violence, that was true, and marriage was at once a container for the madness between men and women and a fragile hedge against it, as religion was to death, and the laws of physics to the immense quantity of utter emptiness of which the universe was made. But there was nothing at all safe about marriage. It was a doubtful enterprise, a voyage in an untested craft, across a hostile ocean, with a map that was a forgery and with no particular destination but the grave.
Michael ChabonTag: love sex marriage depressing
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