Майкл Каннингем: Цитаты на английском языке

“One always has a better book in one's mind than one can manage to get onto paper.”

“The secret of flight is this -- you have to do it immediately, before your body realizes it is defying the laws.”

“There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.”

“These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius.”

“Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.”

“What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is… It was death. I chose life.”

“we become the stories we tell ourselves”

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.”

“She is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.”

“Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.”

“I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.”

“Perhaps, in the extravagance of youth, we give away our devotions easily and all but arbitrarily, on the mistaken assumption that we’ll always have more to give.”

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

“She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself.”

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

“This is what you do. You make a future for yourself out of the raw material at hand.”

“There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.”

“What I wanted to do seemed simple. I wanted something alive and shocking enough that it could be a morning in somebody's life. The most ordinary morning. Imagine, trying to do that.”

“She is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted eccentric.”