“Beyond aspects of pain that are physical, thought Oppenheimer, sickness or injury or privation, beyond the so-called obvious, suffering can be a work of art. It can be made of buried and rising things, helpless and undiscovered, song of frustrated… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
“…suffering can be a work of art. It can be made of buried and rising things, helpless and undiscovered, song of frustrated want, silence after desire. It can be the test of the self falling short, constrained, distorted, disturbed or… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
Kate Bernheimer's fiction offers a unique and delicate gift, the tempting mirage of a grace that constantly escapes. The Complete Tales of Merry Gold… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
“Love of knowledge can draw on its credit indefinitely ... love of knowledge is iron-clad.” — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
“As he was leaving it occurred to him that he would not come back, to this zoo or to any of them. With the… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
The gun is mightier than the pen, was our true opinion, and the RPG is mightier still. — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
“What was a face on television but a code, and what was the difference between these faces but a realignment of line and color… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
“I have always wished the present to resemble memory: because the present can be flat at times, and bald as a road. But memory… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
“There was the honour and austerity of money as he walked through art galleries, as he saw around him the collections of oil paintings… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
“Let God leave us! Let us grow up. Let us walk forward on our own. Because we need the silence of the holy: we… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
The rooms of his apartment were full with the dog home again, convalescing. He was satisfied to know, even when she was out of… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
“Then he would get into a plane and leave the field wide open; the field was crammed with paralegals, all of them stoutly armed… — Lydia Millet Copy Share Image
