Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham is an American author and screenwriter. He is best known for his 1998 novel The Hours, which won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and the PEN/Faulkner Award in 1999. Cunningham is a senior lecturer of creative writing at Yale University...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 November 1952
CountryUnited States of America
beautiful morning love-you
Like 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 Louis and I was in love with you, and I thought I had never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of you walking out a glass door in the early morning, still sleepy, in your underwear. Isn't it strange?
country venture citizenship
Venture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce citizenship in the country you've made for yourself.
sensations
She is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. There is no other word for it.
morning children odds
There is 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 , though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything, for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so.
rain night wind
Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.
beautiful way different
I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.
stories
we become the stories we tell ourselves
years lasts faces
Dear 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. Leonard. Always the years between us. Always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
world
There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.
law secret body
The secret of flight is this -- you have to do it immediately, before your body realizes it is defying the laws.
morning thinking feelings
I remember one morning getting up at dawn. There was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling. And I... I remember thinking to myself: So this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. And of course there will always be more...never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment, right then.
literature dangerous
She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself.
almost chance change dead happiness lay less liked owe small taken welcoming
I'd have liked to tell him something I'd taken almost 60 years to learn: that we owe the dead even less than we owe the living, that our only chance of happiness - a small enough chance - lay in welcoming change
knew light literally next
It's like a light went off right at that moment, ... I could see my project. I knew I had something. I literally started working on it that next day.