Michael Cunningham

A Home at the End of the World

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  • maryiamarynichhas quoted5 months ago
    I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be a beauty.
  • gal3011has quoted4 years ago
    People who went to a lot of movies were usually able to see the irony in a wider variety of situations.
  • gal3011has quoted4 years ago
    We become the stories we tell about ourselves
  • gal3011has quoted4 years ago
    This is what you do. You make a future for yourself out of the raw material at hand.
  • wotchohas quoted4 years ago
    “I want to paint Rebecca’s room,” he says. “It’s too dingy in there. What if we picked up some paint tomorrow, after work? Something gaudy that she’ll be nuts about, like bright pink. Nobody told me a baby would have such bad taste.”
  • wotchohas quoted4 years ago
    The guy I’ve always thought of as my best friend
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    Bobby negotiated the world’s surprises with a deliberateness that was almost somnolent. Clare and I had decided privately that if the house caught fire, one of us would take responsibility for helping him decide which window to jump out of.
  • wotchohas quoted4 years ago
    It can incubate for at least five years
  • wotchohas quoted4 years ago
    “In a manner of speaking.”
    “No. Literally
  • wotchohas quoted4 years ago
    I didn’t eat the lunch they served on the plane. At a certain point in my flying career I realized I could just refuse the tray when they brought it. I still feel reckless doing it, though. Like I’m throwing away money
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