Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest. — 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
“She thinks of how much more space a being occupies in life that it does in death; how much illusion of size… — 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'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 Copy Share Image
“It's the solitude that slays you. Maybe because you'd expected ruin to arrive in a grander and more romantic form.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is... It was… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Were you relieved, maybe just a little, when they lifted you up (you weighed almost nothing by then) and shoved you into… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Outside the house is a world where the shelves are stocked, where radio waves are full of music, where young men walk… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change… — 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 jump… — 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 Image
“Zoe loved Trancas's mother. She respected her exhausted and ironic hope for rebirth.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
The lives great artists live and the books they write are two very different things. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“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 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 to provide… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Oh, all you immigrants and visionaries, what do you hope to find here, who do you hope to become? — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“She wants to have baked a cake that banishes sorrow, even if only for a little while.” — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
The worst are full of passionate intensity while the best lack all conviction. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“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 Image
It's the world, you live in it, even if some boy has made a fool of you. — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
