Status Updates From The Spectator Bird

Ils [ses livres] sont surfaits, mais c’est normal : il est de plain-pied dans une époque qui elle-même se surestime

“What was it? Did I feel cheated? Did I look back and feel that I had given up my chance for what they call fulfillment? Did I count the mountain peaks of my life and find every one a knoll?”

“But though we all deteriorate, we are given the privilege of deteriorating according to some poetic justice. We ourselves help establish the place and extent of our wearing out.”

“You can’t paint sunlight, you can only paint what it does with shadows on a wall. If you examine a life, do you really examine the life, or do you examine the shadows it casts on other lives?”