We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.

- Lydia Millet

Stay in these rooms for years and years, live on forever in a glorious museum.

- Lydia Millet

Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened close…

- Lydia Millet

The rooms of his apartment were full with the dog home again, convalescing. He was satisfied to know, even when she was out of sight, that somewhere …

- Lydia Millet

The word suffering is full and whole and perfect as a pierced heart, sweet, rushing and tender ... Suffering is the joy of someone about to be martyr…

- Lydia Millet

It is not learning we need at all. Individuals need learning but the culture needs something else, the pulse of light on the sea, the warm urge of hu…

- Lydia Millet

Kate Bernheimer's fiction offers a unique and delicate gift, the tempting mirage of a grace that constantly escapes. The Complete Tales of Merry Gold…

- Lydia Millet

We're so many, we're so hard to distinguish from each other, but we long to be distinguished.

- Lydia Millet

Suffering itself is beloved: love and suffering are far closer to each other than love and pleasure.

- Lydia Millet