261 Quotes by Michael Cunningham


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    There’s the appeal of the young thief who robs you, and climbs back down off your cloud. It’s possible to love that boy, in a wistful and hopeless way. It’s possible to love his greed and narcissism, to grant him that which is beyond your own capacities: heedlessness, cockiness, a self-devotion so pure it borders on the divine.

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    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. I'm so sick.

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    He could see himself selling himself as a compelling mutation, a young god, proud to the point of sexy arrogance of his anatomical deviation: ninety percent thriving muscled man-flesh and ten percent glorious blindingly white angel wing.Baby, these feathers are going to tickle you halfway to heaven, and this man-part is going to take you the rest of the way.

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    ...sanity involves a certain measure of impersonation, not simply for the benefit of husband and servants but for the sake, first and foremost, of one's own convictions.

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    What’s the most fundamental human urge?”Barrett recites for her. “To find the perfect pair of jeans. To find the jeans that fit and flatter you so ideally that everybody, every cognizant being on the planet, will want to fuck you.

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    Můžu Ti říct o holkách jedno tajemství?Ne.Mají rády, když jsi na ně hodný. Překvapilo by tě, jak daleko se se spoustou holek dostaneš, když k nim prostě přijdeš a řekneš: Podle mě jsi skvělá; podle mě jsi krásná. Ony totiž všechny mají strach, že nejsou.

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    Everything is infected with brightness, throbbing with it, and she prays for dark the way a wanderer lost in the desert prays for water. The world is every bit as barren of darkness as a desert is of water. There is no dark in the shuttered room, no dark behind her eyelids. There are only greater and lesser degrees of radiance. When she's crossed over to this realm of relentless brilliance, the voices start.

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