Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest. — Michael Cunningham Death Copy Share Image
“He makes her think sometimes of a mouse singing amorous ballads under the window of a giantess.” — Michael Cunningham Song Copy Share Image
One always has a better book in one's mind than one can manage to get onto paper. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“I have to keep reminding myself that almost everybody is always lying.” — Michael Cunningham Lying Copy Share Image
That summer when she was eighteen, it seemed anything could happen, anything at all. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
You grow weary of being treated as the enemy simply because you are not young anymore; because you dress unexceptionally. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful. — Michael Cunningham Beautiful Copy Share Image
“Oh, Mrs. Dalloway. Always giving parties to cover the silence.” — Michael Cunningham Silence Copy Share Image
“What he remembers with perfect clarity is sitting on a train headed for Madrid, feeling the sort of happiness he imagines spirits… — Michael Cunningham Fitness Copy Share Image
Language in fiction is made up of equal parts meaning and music. The sentences should have rhythm and cadence, they should engage… — Michael Cunningham Cadence Copy Share Image
“...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… — Michael Cunningham Mother Copy Share Image
“What’s the most fundamental human urge?” Barrett recites for her. “To find the perfect pair of jeans. To find the jeans that… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“But then again, in addition to paper and cardboard...a little illuminated box, that contains thousands and thousands of stories? People aren’t fascinated… — Michael Cunningham Books Copy Share Image
“Isn’t the universe full of gaseous elements?” Andrew says, “Yeah, there are gases and neutrinos and this shit they call dark matter.” — Michael Cunningham Dark matter Copy Share Image
“The book worm, the foreign-looking one with the dark, close set eyes an the Roman nose, who had never been sought after… — Michael Cunningham Books 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
“Right now she is reading Virginia Woolf, all of Virginia Woolf, book by book-She is fascinated by the idea of a woman… — Michael Cunningham Book Copy Share Image
You could say I don't want for me be seen primarily as a gay writer. I've never hidden my sexuality. It matters… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Man," he said, "I'm not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and… — Michael Cunningham Graveyard 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
“I wanted to be a writer, that's all. I wanted to write about it all. Everything that happens in a moment. The… — Michael Cunningham Time 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
“...a much younger woman, one of those round-faced, tiny-featured women who were touted as beauties though they were not in fact particularly… — Michael Cunningham Beauty Copy Share Image
“She, Laura, likes to imagine (it's one of her most closely held secrets) that she has a touch of brilliance herself, just… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and ordinary as that. A few… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“And so, he knows. He wants, he needs, to do the immoral, irresponsible thing. He wants to let this boy court his… — Michael Cunningham Good behavior Copy Share Image
“She's had a long life. Now she's going to the Lord." "Frankly it creeps me out a little when you say things… — Michael Cunningham Afterlife Copy Share Image
“from Labor Day through Halloween, the place is almost unbearably beautiful. The air during these weeks seems less like ether and more… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Barret thinks- he thinks, briefly- of turning around and leaving the park; of being, this time, the vanisher, the man who leaves… — Michael Cunningham Compassion Copy Share Image
“He believes that a real work of art can be owned but should not be subject to capture; that it should radiate… — Michael Cunningham Art Copy Share Image
“Oh, pride, pride. I was so wrong. It defeated me. It simply proved insurmountable. There was so much, oh, far too much… — Michael Cunningham Looking for sympathy Copy Share Image
“She'd never been religious. She hadn't allowed grief to send her crawling to the church.” — Michael Cunningham Grief Copy Share Image
People are more than you think they are. And they're less, as well. The trick lies in negotiating your way between the… — Michael Cunningham Lying Copy Share Image
“The problem with the truth is, it's so often mild and clichéd.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Insomniacs know better than anyone how it would be to haunt a house. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
The lives great artists live and the books they write are two very different things. — Michael Cunningham Art Copy Share Image
“Zoe loved Trancas's mother. She respected her exhausted and ironic hope for rebirth.” — Michael Cunningham Hope 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 Celestial Copy Share Image
“She is an attractive, robust, fleshy, large-headed woman several years younger than Laura (it seems that every one, suddenly, is at least… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image