Michael Cunningham Quotes

He could see himself selling himself as a compelling mutation, a young god, proud to the point of sexy arrogance of his anatomical deviation: ninety percent thriving muscled man-flesh and ten percent glorious blindingly white angel

She pauses several treads from the bottom, listening, waiting; she is again possessed (it seems to be getting worse) by a dream-like feeling, as if she is standing in the wings, about to go onstage and perform in a play for which she is not appropriately dressed, and for which she has not adequately rehearsed.

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

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

Here, then, is the last moment of true perception, a man fishing in a red jacket and a cloudy sky reflected on opaque water.

The lives great artists live and the books they write are two very different things.

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

A celestial light appeared to Barrett Meeks in the sky over Central Park, four days after Barrett had been mauled, once again, by love.