When does a building actually become a built?
A lie hides the truth. A story tries to find it.
Imagination has to do with one's awareness of the reality of other people as well as of one's own reality. Imagination is a bridge between the provincialism of the self and the great world.
There was no way to grasp the reality of the present which slid away each second, invisible as air; reality only existed after the fact, in one's vision of the past.
I don't like to listen to music while I'm working.
I have a painter's memory. I can remember things from my childhood which were so powerfully imprinted on me, the whole scene comes back.
I like to cook; it is, for me, a happy combination of mindlessness and purpose.
Just as I lay back, she sat up. I sat up, and she flopped back down. Awkward. That was my every move when it came to her. Now we were both lying down, staring up at the blue sky.
Champagne! In victory, one deserves it; in defeat one needs it.
The Apache don't have a word for love," he said. "Know what they both say at the marriage? The squaw-taking ceremony?" "Tell me. " "Varlebena. It means forever. That's all they say.
What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?