“My little girl, oh, the daughter I never had. Now tell me, angel, are you fucking anybody new?” — 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 with too much potential, if you know what I mean." "I know exactly what you mean." Further details would be redundant. Peter knows the Potters' story: the pretty, unstoppable daughter who's tearing through her Harvard doctorate… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
“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 good and more harm in the world than you've ever imagined--it is all but impossible not to believe, at least in his presence and a while after you've left him, that he alone sees through your… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share
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 lead down to the shattered sidewalk. New York is probably, in this regard at least, the strangest city in the world, so many of its denizens living as they (we) do among the unreconstructed remnants of… — 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 Image
