She could, she thinks, have entered another world. She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself.

Michael Cunningham

Michael Cunningham

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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Most of us are safe. If you're not a delirious dream the gods are having, if your beauty doesn't trouble the constellations, nobody's going to cast a spell on you.

I am beginning to understand the true difference between youth and age. Young people have time to make plans and think of new ideas. Older people need their whole energy to keep up with what's already been set in motion.

I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.

He felt himself entering a moment so real he could only run toward it, shouting.

She doesn't really want to go far, she just wants the solitude, the public solitude, of the street; the un-company of passing strangers, no one embracing her, no one looking with compassion and wonder into her eyes, no one marvelling at her.

It's stores, it's the whole thing, all that shit everywhere, 'scuse me, that merchandise, all those goods, and ads screaming at you from all over the place, buy buy buy buy buy, and when somebody comes up to me with big hair and gobs of makeup on and says, 'Can I help you?', it's all I can do not to scream, 'Bitch, you can't even help yourself.

I seem to produce a novel approximately once every three years.

There is so little love in the world.

Beauty is a whore. I prefer money.

It's the country that would have him, since he lacked the necessary papers for more promising places.

I feel like there's something terrible and wonderful and amazing that's just beyond my grasp. I have dreams about it. I do dream, by the way. It hovers over me at odd moments. And then it's gone. I feel like I'm always on the brink of something that never arrives. I want to either have it or be free of it.

Yes, she thinks, this probably how it must feel to be a ghost. It's a little like reading, isn't it—that same sensation of knowing people, settings, situations, without playing any particular part beyond that of the willing observer.

I have to keep reminding myself that almost everybody is always lying.

I've been just wondering lately, if this is, you know, it. An apartment and a steady job and some people to love. What more could I want?