Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened closely: the gentle sigh of an idea unbound. — 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
