Beauty - the beauty Peter craves - is this, then: a human bundle of accidental grace and doom and hope. Mizzy must have hope, he must, he wouldn't shine like this if he were in true despair, and of course he's young, who in this world despairs more exquisitely than the young, it's something the old tend to forget.

Michael Cunningham

Michael Cunningham

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American


Beauty - the beauty Peter craves - is this, then: a human bundle of accidental grace and doom and ho.. Michael Cunningham

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This is a Southern gift, isn't it - tremendous self-regard diluted with humor and modesty. That's what they mean by Southern charm, right?

I just don't feel much interested in the lifestyles of the rich and famous.

I had blundered again, obscurely, and rather than go on worrying over my behavior, I decided to just give in and dislike Alice.

I don't have any regrets, really, except that one. I wanted to write about you, about us, really. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to write about everything, the life we're having and the lives we might have had. I wanted to write about all the ways we might have died.

Women are kind of screwed, in the world, Andrew says.

She is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted eccentric.

Barrett lingers awhile. He's not eager to relinquish the strange pleasure of sitting in the green chair, surrounded by the ever-diminishing offerings that had, just yesterday, been daily articles, watching the apartment disappear, piece by piece.

The lives great artists live and the books they write are two very different things.

Where did the boy genius go? He had been, as a child, expected to be a neurosurgeon, or a great novelist. And now he's considering (or, okay, refusing to consider) law school. Was the burden of his potential too much for him?

I know you. I've seen it. And, knowing all, I release you.

I see myself..in those pages as she goes back and forth, enjoying simply enjoying the beauties of the moments then chastising herself for having ‘no edge' being simple and worse, harmless.

He's filled with a sense of childish release, the old feeling that because you are sick, all your trials and obligations have been suspended.

You don't necessarily meet a lot of people in this world. Not when you let yourself get distracted by music and the passing of hours.

You live with the threat of my extinction. I live with it too.