She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
What she wants to say has to do not only with joy but with the penetrating, constant fear that is joy's other… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“She could, she thinks, have entered a different life. She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
She is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“She will never mention to Leonard that she'd planned on fleeing, even for a few hours. As if he were the one… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“She pauses several treads from the bottom, listening, waiting; she is again possessed (it seems to be getting worse) by a dream-like… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Maybe it’s not, in the end, the virtues of others that so wrenches our hearts as it is the sense of almost… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
He wanted to tell her that he was inspired and vigilant and recklessly alone, that his body contained his unsteady heart and… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
I was living my own future and my brother's lost one as well. I represented him here just as he represented me… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
She'd never imagined it like this-when she thought of someone (a woman like herself)losing her mind, she'd imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations;… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Mizzy has wandered into the garden. Carole looks contemplatively at him, says, "Lovely boy." "My wife's insanely younger brother. He's one of those kids… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“Zoe loved Trancas's mother. She respected her exhausted and ironic hope for rebirth.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
The lives great artists live and the books they write are two very different things. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“How often since then has she wondered what might have happened if she'd tried to remain with him; if she’d returned Richard's kiss on… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“...a full week of their mother's quiet fury over the fun they don't seem to be having and their father's dogged attempts to provide… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
Oh, all you immigrants and visionaries, what do you hope to find here, who do you hope to become? — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“She wants to have baked a cake that banishes sorrow, even if only for a little while.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“And yet, it gives Peter nothing. Not now. Not today. Not when he needs... more. More than this well-executed idea. More than the shark… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
He insists on a version of you that is funnier, stranger, more eccentric and prfound thatn you suspect yourself to be--capable of doing more… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
The worst are full of passionate intensity while the best lack all conviction. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“And here he is, letting the massive steel street door click shut behind him, standing at the top of the three iron steps that… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
It's the world, you live in it, even if some boy has made a fool of you. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“She's had a long life. Now she's going to the Lord." "Frankly it creeps me out a little when you say things like that,"… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
Any other vexations to report?" he asks. "I love the word 'vexations.'" "It's the 'x.' Nice to jump off a 'v' and bite into… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
