Michael CunninghamDead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest. ✨ Michael Cunningham (1998). The Hours: A Novel, p.165, Farrar, Straus, and Giroux373DeathReadingTruth
Michael CunninghamThere is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.342Love
Michael CunninghamI don't know if I can face this. You know. The party and the ceremony, and then the hour after that, and the hour after that. You don't have to go to the party. You don't have to … ▶353Truth
Michael CunninghamBut there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and you get through that one and then, my god, there's another. ✨ The Hours by Michael Cunningham by John … ▶364Humanity
Michael CunninghamSure, go ahead, simulate life, using only ink and paper. ✨ Michael Cunningham on Reading the 'Invisible Classics' by Michael Cunningham, www.huffingtonpost.com. Oc… ▶376LifeReading
Michael CunninghamShe is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.321Reading
Michael CunninghamHere's a secret. Many novelists, if they are pressed and if they are being honest, will admit that the finished book is a rather rough translation of the book they'd intended to w… ▶322ReadingTimeTruth
Michael CunninghamA writer should always feel like he's in over his head356Hope
Michael CunninghamWhat I wanted to do seemed simple. I wanted something alive and shocking enough that it could be a morning in somebody's life. The most ordinary morning. Imagine, trying to do tha… ▶323LifeReading
Michael CunninghamWe’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. ✨ Michael Cunningham (2010). A … ▶367HopeHumanityLove
Michael CunninghamShe could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself. ✨ Michael Cunningham (1998). The Hours: A Novel, p.97, Farrar, Straus, and Giroux323LifeReading
Michael CunninghamYou 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 (1998). The Hours: A Novel, p.21, Far… ▶323LifeReading
Michael CunninghamWhat does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is... It was death. I chose life. ✨ The Hours. www.imdb.com. 2002.368DeathLife
Michael CunninghamHe insists on a version of you that is funnier, stranger, more eccentric and prfound thatn you suspect yourself to be--capable of doing more good and more harm in the world than y… ▶313Truth
Michael CunninghamTake me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am. ✨ Michael Cunningham (1998). The Hours: A Novel, p.135, Farrar, … ▶325LoveReading
Michael Cunningham..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 nam… ▶347LoveReading
Michael CunninghamA 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 worl… ▶3610HumanityLifeThought
Michael CunninghamThere's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined. ✨ … ▶3610Reading
Michael CunninghamPerhaps, in the extravagance of youth, we give away our devotions easily and all but arbitrarily, on the mistaken assumption that we’ll always have more to give.3610Truth
Michael CunninghamVenture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce citizenship in the country you've made for yourself. ✨ Michael Cunningham (1998). The Hours: A Novel, p.97, Far… ▶3510LoveReading
Michael CunninghamDear Leonard. To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it. To love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leo… ▶305LifeLove
Michael Cunninghamwe become the stories we tell ourselves3510Humanity
Michael CunninghamPlease, God, send me something to adore. ✨ Michael Cunningham (2010). By Nightfall: A Novel, p.76, Farrar, Straus and Giroux327Reading
Michael CunninghamYes, she answers and does not move. She might, at this moment, be nothing but a floating intelligence; not even a brain inside a skull, just a presence that perceives, as a ghoast… ▶316HumanityReadingThought
Michael CunninghamLike the morning you walked out of that old house, when you were eighteen and I was, well, I had just turned nineteen, hadn't I? I was a nineteen-year-old and I was in love with L… ▶262LoveReadingThought
Michael CunninghamI 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 havin… ▶306DeathLifeReading
Michael CunninghamShe is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted eccentric. ✨ Michael Cunningham (1998). The Hours: A Novel, p.4, Farrar, Straus, and Giroux339Reading
Michael CunninghamI was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful. ✨ Michael Cunningham (2010). A Home at the End of th… ▶273Reading
Michael CunninghamShe is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. There is no other word for it.263Love
Michael CunninghamWhat do you do when you're no longer the hero of your own story?329Truth
