128 Quotes by Lydia Millet

What place would that be, a whole world without roads? It was a panicking thought. A world without roads! He would go nowhere in such a place. He would be trapped where he was, he would have lived out his life only where he was born.

Freudian Slip: When You Mean One Thing And Say Your Mother.

We all have our skill sets, right?

What was a face on television but a code, and what was the difference between these faces but a realignment of line and color to shift among signals? If he grasped deeply this language of symbols, grasped it beneath the surface, he could course through the currents of authority as they coursed through him like heat or the tremble of cold.

Mer-people could be read as a colonialist term,” explained the biologist.

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

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

There was the honour and austerity of money as he walked through art galleries, as he saw around him the collections of oil paintings by dead men, lit so carefully that warmth seemed to emanate from within – and not because their art was loved or understood but because it could be sold and bought for handsome sums.

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