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

Michael Cunningham

Michael Cunningham

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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You have failed in the most base and human of ways--you have not imagined the lives of others.

Insomniacs know better than anyone how it would be to haunt a house.

And yet, it gives Peter nothing. Not now. Not today. Not when he needs... more. More than this well-executed idea. More than the shark in the tank meant to frighten, more than the guy on the street meant to say something pithy about celebrity. More than this.

She wants to have baked a cake that banishes sorrow, even if only for a little while.

He seemed to believe that from such humble, inert elements as flour, shortening, and drab little envelopes of yeast, life itself could be produced.

Love is deep, a mystery - who wants to understand its every particular?

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.

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?

What do you do when you're no longer the hero of your own story?

What did Shakespeare say? Or little lives are rounded with a sleep.

We'd hoped for love of a different kind, love that knew and forgave our human frailty but did not miniaturize our grander ideas of ourselves.

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

Have faith that you will be here, recognizable to yourself, again tomorrow.

If you live in certain places, in a certain way, you'd better learn to praise the small felicities.