( NOVELS / TV SHOW SEASONS of 2008 )

 Now she could not stay in the inside room. She had to be around somebody all the time. Doing something every minute. And if she was by herself she counted or figured with numbers. She counted all the roses on the living-room wallpaper. She figured out the cubic area of the whole house. She counted every blade of grass in the back yard and every ( Read more... )

 i said, 'i want to tell you something'.
[he] said, "you can tell me tomorrow".
i had never told [him] how much i loved [him].
we slept in the same bed.
there was never a right time to say it.
it was always unnecessary.
the sheets were rising and falling around me with [his] breathing.
i thought about waking [him].
but it was unnecessary.
there would be ( Read more... )

  It is no new thing to be lonely. It comes to all of us sooner or later. Friends die, families die. Lovers and husbands, too. We get old, we get sick. And the last and greatest loneliness is death, which I am facing now. There are no pills to cure that. No formulas to charm it away. It’s a condition of men that we can’t escape. If we try to ( Read more... )

"I feel so depressed by gradual falling-outs, where the person and their life float away from you piece by piece like luggage from a shipwreck. I would much prefer the friendship to go down with the boat than to float with the luggage, washing up eventually on a remote island where no one would find it but where it would still exist."

 Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble? Look at sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are ( Read more... )

 “I understood wanting to forget. Things that made you remember
cut like pieces of glass. A song, a memory, a blade of grass, a white
dress, a dream, all of it as painful as the deepest wound