“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
“Do you ever think? What? They were lying together on the sofa that had always been there, the crappy beat-up biscuit-colored sofa… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“Clarissa, sane Clarissa-exultant, ordinary Clarissa- will go on, loving London, loving her life of ordinary pleasure, and someone else, a deranged poet,… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“It’s your life, quite possibly your only one. Still you find yourself having a vodka at three a.m., waiting for your pill… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“It was either the wind or the spirit of the house itself, briefly unsettled by our nocturnal absence but to old to… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
What I wanted to do seemed simple. I wanted something alive and shocking enough that it could be a morning in somebody's… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“The art we produce lives in queasy balance with the art we can imagine the art the room expects.” — 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
“If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness.… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
“He’ll be successful, finally, this coming Sunday, at the modest ceremony to be held in the living room. It’s all so clear.… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself. — 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
