Michael Cunningham

“There are times when you don't belong and you think you're going to kill yourself. Once I went to a hotel. Later…

— Michael Cunningham

“...sanity involves a certain measure of impersonation, not simply for the benefit of husband and servants but for the sake, first and…

— Michael Cunningham

“I have to keep reminding myself that almost everybody is always lying.”

— Michael Cunningham

That is what we do. That is what people do. They stay alive for each other.

— Michael Cunningham

“Love, it seems, arrives not only unannounced, but so accidentally, so randomly, as to make you wonder why you, why anyone, believes…

— Michael Cunningham

She will remain sane and she will live as she was meant to live, richly and deeply, among others of her kind,…

— Michael Cunningham

“And so, a never-ending, rather edgy conversation between them, an undercurrent of roiling sound that reminded them they were married, they had…

— Michael Cunningham

She is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. There is no other word for it.

— Michael Cunningham

“Who was it who said, the worst thing you can imagine is probably what's already happening? Shrink phrase. Not untrue, though.”

— Michael Cunningham

“It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later to realize that…

— Michael Cunningham

I'm a remarkably unremarkable person.

— Michael Cunningham

“Beauty is a whore. I prefer money.”

— Michael Cunningham

Dear Leonard. To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it…

— Michael Cunningham

You could say I don't want for me be seen primarily as a gay writer. I've never hidden my sexuality. It matters…

— Michael Cunningham

Her cake is a failure, but she is loved anyway. She is loved, she thinks, in more or less the way the…

— Michael Cunningham

“This love of theirs, with its reassuring domesticity and its easy silences, its permanence, has yoked Sally directly to the machinery of…

— Michael Cunningham

“It's stores, it's the whole thing, all that shit everywhere, 'scuse me, that merchandise, all those goods, and ads screaming at you…

— Michael Cunningham

I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember…

— Michael Cunningham

I just don't feel much interested in the lifestyles of the rich and famous.

— Michael Cunningham

But there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and you get through that one and then, my god,…

— Michael Cunningham

“You know, if you're hopeful, if you're even a little bit happy about something that might happen, it doesn't affect the outcome.…

— Michael Cunningham

What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand…

— Michael Cunningham

“He makes her think sometimes of a mouse singing amorous ballads under the window of a giantess.”

— Michael Cunningham

“She has failed. She wishes she didn't mind. Something, she thinks, is wrong with her.”

— Michael Cunningham

The vestibule door opens onto a June morning so fine and scrubbed Classira pauses at the threshold as she would at the…

— Michael Cunningham