Love is deep, a mystery - who wants to understand its every particular? — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“This love of theirs, with its reassuring domesticity and its easy silences, its permanence, has yoked Sally directly to the machinery of… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Love, it seems, arrives not only unannounced, but so accidentally, so randomly, as to make you wonder why you, why anyone, believes… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“One of the troubles with love is, you can't talk about it without feeling like you keep cueing old songs.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“I sometimes wonder how you live with such a modest sense of romance," Barrett says. "Superstition and romance are not the same… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“A celestial light appeared to Barrett Meeks in the sky over Central Park, four days after Barrett had been mauled, once again,… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Venture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce citizenship in the country you've made for yourself. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
We’d hoped for love of a different kind, love that knew and forgave our human frailty but did not miniaturize our grander… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“She'll be willing to meet someone who can hold her interest for more than a few months, and that guy will teach… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Here is what unsayable about us: Jonathan and I are members of a team so old nobody else could join even if… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Dear Leonard. To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“If I die tomorrow, Provincetown is where I’d want my ashes scattered. Who knows why we fall in love, with places or… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Like the morning you walked out of that old house, when you were eighteen and I was, well, I had just turned… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Barrett is a bigger guy, not fat (not yet) but ursine, crimson of eye and lip; ginger-furred, possessed (he likes to think)… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
..this indiscriminate love feels entirely serious to her, as if everything in the world is part of a vast, inscrutable intention and… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“I’m not this unusual,” she said. “It’s just my hair.” She looked at Bobby and she looked at me, with an expression… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Clarissa will be bereaved, deeply lonely, but she will not die. She will be too much in love with life, with London.… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“The song is an unvarnished love shout, an implorement tinged with...anger? Something like anger, but the anger of a philosoher, the anger… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“We'd hoped vaguely to fall in love but hadn't worried much about it, because we'd thought we had all the time in… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Milwaukee, Rebecca. Order and sobriety and a devotion to cleanliness that scours out the soul. Decent people doing their best to live… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Susan was a tough-minded romantic. She wanted to fall in love with a book. She always had reasons for her devotions, as… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Venture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce citizenship in the country you've made for yourself. You end up… — 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
