Lydia Millet

Kate Bernheimer's fiction offers a unique and delicate gift, the tempting mirage of a grace that constantly escapes. The Complete Tales of…

— Lydia Millet

“Love of knowledge can draw on its credit indefinitely ... love of knowledge is iron-clad.”

— Lydia Millet

Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been…

— Lydia Millet

“As he was leaving it occurred to him that he would not come back, to this zoo or to any of them.…

— Lydia Millet

The gun is mightier than the pen, was our true opinion, and the RPG is mightier still.

— Lydia Millet

“What was a face on television but a code, and what was the difference between these faces but a realignment of line…

— Lydia Millet

“I have always wished the present to resemble memory: because the present can be flat at times, and bald as a road.…

— Lydia Millet

“There was the honour and austerity of money as he walked through art galleries, as he saw around him the collections of…

— Lydia Millet

“Let God leave us! Let us grow up. Let us walk forward on our own. Because we need the silence of the…

— Lydia Millet

We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.

— Lydia Millet

The rooms of his apartment were full with the dog home again, convalescing. He was satisfied to know, even when she was…

— Lydia Millet

“Then he would get into a plane and leave the field wide open; the field was crammed with paralegals, all of them…

— Lydia Millet

“Although she didn't have the plumbing, she deluded herself that she was the modern W.C. (about Margaret Thatcher, M.T.)”

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“Forget the buildings and the monuments. Let the softness of dark come in, all those light-years between stars and planets. Cities were…

— Lydia Millet

“Aw, group hug! No one's a mindless robot anymore. Score!”

— Lydia Millet

We're so many, we're so hard to distinguish from each other, but we long to be distinguished ...

— Lydia Millet

“One dog got makeup applied to its face, lipstick and blue eye shadow. It was a white-faced dog, so the makeup showed…

— Lydia Millet

Suffering ignites the spark of contact with the sublime and offers proof of humanity ...

— Lydia Millet

Suffering itself is beloved: love and suffering are far closer to each other than love and pleasure.

— Lydia Millet

“We have seen these bodies, she would think, and even long after we are gone some particle in the universe will hold…

— Lydia Millet

“Beyond aspects of pain that are physical, thought Oppenheimer, sickness or injury or privation, beyond the so-called obvious, suffering can be a…

— Lydia Millet

“Here was a whole life Beth had missed, a hole where a life should have been. But then, he thought, the universe…

— Lydia Millet

“What place would that be, a whole world without roads? It was a panicking thought. A world without roads! He would go…

— Lydia Millet

“Then there was the gray of human habitation. The blue places were turning brown, the yellow places to dust, the green places…

— Lydia Millet

Stay in these rooms for years and years, live on forever in a glorious museum.

— Lydia Millet