Oh, all you immigrants and visionaries, what do you hope to find here, who do you hope to become? Michael Cunningham More Quotes by Michael Cunningham More Quotes From Michael Cunningham Please, God, send me something to adore. Michael Cunningham please adore Accept that, like many men, you have a streak of the homoerotic in you. Why would you, why would anyone, want to be that straight? Michael Cunningham accepting want men Youth is the only sexy tragedy. It's James Dean jumping into his Porsche Spyder, it's Marilyn heading off to bed. Michael Cunningham sexy jumping tragedy You want to give him the book of his own life, the book that will locate him, parent him, arm him for the changes. Michael Cunningham parent giving book I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. Michael Cunningham two people thinking I think of the people who commit these acts as children. They're in their 20s, but like certain children, they have been told only one story, over and over. Like most children, they believe in an easily identifiable good and evil, and like most children, they are capable of unthinkable cruelty. Michael Cunningham believe children thinking You have started the book with this bubble over your head that contains a cathedral full of fire - that contains a novel so vast and great and penetrating and bright and dark that it will put all other novels ever written to shame. And then, as you get towards the end, you begin to realise, no, it's just this book. Michael Cunningham fire dark book It's the world, you live in it, even if some boy has made a fool of you. Michael Cunningham fool boys world Love is deep, a mystery - who wants to understand its every particular? Michael Cunningham mystery want love-is Here is the world, and you live in it, and are grateful. You try to be grateful. Michael Cunningham grateful trying world You grow weary of being treated as the enemy simply because you are not young anymore; because you dress unexceptionally. Michael Cunningham young dresses enemy At the risk, then, of being shunned by some of my gloomier peers, I venture to tell you that writers work like demons, suffer greatly, and are also happy, in unmistakable ways, some of the time. If we had no knowledge of happiness, our novels wouldn't sufficiently resemble real life. Some of us are even made a little bit happy, on occasion, by the writing process itself. I mean, really, if there wasn't some sort of enjoyment to be derived, would any of us keep doing it? Michael Cunningham real writing mean Virginia Woolf's great novel, 'Mrs. Dalloway,' is the first great book I ever read. I read it almost by accident when I was in high school, when I was 15 years old. Michael Cunningham virginia book school Jenny Offill's Dept. of Speculation resembles no book I've read before. If I tell you that it's funny, and moving, and true; that it's as compact and mysterious as a neutron; that it tells a profound story of love and parenthood while invoking (among others) Keats, Kafka, Einstein, Russian cosmonauts, and advice for the housewife of 1896, will you please simply believe me, and read it? Michael Cunningham believe book moving A certain slightly cruel disregard for the feelings of living people is simply part of the package. I think a writer, if hes any good, is not an entirely benign entity in the world. Michael Cunningham feelings people thinking Her cake is a failure, but she is loved anyway. She is loved, she thinks, in more or less the way the gifts will be appreciated: because they have been given with good intentions , because they exist, because they are part of a world in which one wants what one gets. Michael Cunningham cake world thinking This is what you do. You make a future for yourself out of the raw material at hand. Michael Cunningham raw-materials materials hands What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand to run. Michael Cunningham simple running morning If she were religious, she would call it the soul. It is more than the sum of her intellect and her emotions, more than the sum of her experiences, though it runs like veins of brilliant metal through all three. It is an inner faculty that recognizes the animating mysteries of the world because it is made of the same substance Michael Cunningham soul religious running ..this indiscriminate love feels entirely serious to her, as if everything in the world is part of a vast, inscrutable intention and everything in the world has its own secret name, a name that cannot be conveyed in language but is simply the sight and feel of the thing itself. Michael Cunningham secret names sight
