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

    Michael Cunningham
  • Beauty is a whore, I like money better

    Michael Cunningham
  • Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest

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

    Michael Cunningham
  • I wanted a settled life and a shocking one. Think of Van Gogh, cypress trees and church spires under a sky of writhing snakes. I was my father's daughter. I wanted to be loved by someone like my tough judicious mother and I wanted to run screaming through the headlights with a bottle in my hand. That was the family curse. We tended to nurse flocks of undisciplined wishes that collided and canceled each other out. The curse implied that if we didn't learn to train our desires in one direction or another we were likely to end up with nothing. Look at my father and mother today.I married in my early twenties. When that went to pieces I loved a woman. At both of those times and at other times, too, I believed I had focused my impulses and embarked on a long victory over my own confusion. Now, in my late thirties, I knew less than ever about what I wanted. In place of youth's belief in change I had begun to feel a nervous embarrassment that ticked inside me like a clock. I'd never meant to get this far in such an unfastened condition. (p.142)

    Michael Cunningham
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