“I have always wished the present to resemble memory: because the present can be flat at times, and bald as a road. But memory is never like that. It makes hills of feeling in collapsed hours, a scene of enclosure… — 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 elephants more than any of the others, he thought as he left them--as he left behind these great beasts who recognized him when he came, who rumbled and swayed sadly--he could feel them waiting. He had… — Lydia Millet Copy Share
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 need the sacred and equally we need its maddening silence. And in the curious privacy and relief of that silence we can go out into the chaos and commit a thousand acts of minor and gleeful… — Lydia Millet Copy Share
The rooms of his apartment were full with the dog home again, convalescing. He was satisfied to know, even when she was out of sight, that somewhere in the apartment she was sleeping or eating or sitting watchfully. It was family, he guessed, more or less. Did most people want a house of living things at night, to know that… — Lydia Millet Copy Share
“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
