Venture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce citizenship in the country you've made for yourself. You end up just sailing from port to port.
Michael CunninghamOutside the house is a world where the shelves are stocked, where radio waves are full of music, where young men walk the streets again, men who have deprievation and a fear worse than death, who have willingly given up their early twenties and now, thinking of thirty and beyond, haven't any time to spare.
Michael Cunningham...sanity involves a certain measure of impersonation, not simply for the benefit of husband and servants but for the sake, first and foremost, of one's own convictions.
Michael CunninghamTag: sanity-insanity
...and when somebody comes up to me with big hair and gobs of makeup on and says, 'Can I help you,' it's all I can do not to scream, 'Bitch, you can't even help yourself.
Michael CunninghamThe point of sex is...
Sex doesn't have a point.
Tag: sex
What do you do when you're no longer the hero of your own story?
Michael Cunninghamwe become the stories we tell ourselves
Michael CunninghamThe art we produce lives in queasy balance with the art we can imagine the art the room expects.
Michael CunninghamIn heaven, Lucas would be beautiful. He’d speak a language everyone understood.
Michael CunninghamMan," he said, "I'm not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and I want."
"What do we want?" I asked blurrily.
"Aw, man, you know," he said. "We just want, well, the same things these people wanted."
"What was that?"
He shrugged. "To live, I guess," he said.
Tag: death
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