Tag: architecture

Aren’t you the one deciding?
She knows what she’ll find there.
You faked your own death just to get me here to answer the phone for you.
People still thought that if something was weird and complicated it must be good.
They’d never talked about it, and now she thought they never would; that moment had passed.
The border must run right through the building.
She just moved around, place to place.
You’ll keep a secret if I do?
But you must promise not to tell anyone about it, not even your companions.
Nobody’s going to miss me until the morning.
We can’t bust out of here because we don’t even know where here is.
That old sense that someone, somewhere, needed her help began to nag at her again.
There was probably a word for it in German, something long and obscure and hard to pronounce.
But first, please, settle in. Dinner in an hour. I’ll ring the gong to let you know.
She ground the sole of her shoe gently against the gravel, establishing the surface underfoot.
Are you going to tell him you worked it out?
It was, of all the places in her life, the most familiar.
Europe’s been quite the eye-opener for me.
It was an age of wonders.
There were, in all honesty, worse places to be, but there were also warmer ones.
Nobody seemed to be paying it any attention.
She thought about getting old, sometimes. She thought it was inevitable.
She walked up to the front door and knocked.
The trick, with surveillance, was to move quickly and to keep moving.
It was only when you thought about them that you noticed just how many there were.
There was, she thought, really only one place she could go.
People, on the whole, preferred to think of life as a straightforward, uncomplicated matter.
When are we going to talk about what you think you’re doing here?
It was a beautiful experiment, but it’s over.
Eventually it will just be us and the French.
You didn’t give me a lot of time to think about it.
Things always go better if you’re rich.
Perhaps they’d stop coming to the door if they thought no one was here.
Best to take the rest of the day off to recover.
There had been no restaurant or room service.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done.
There was life, and no more.
The things that you see here, are things to be seen, and not spoken of.
Listen to what is to follow. In the meanwhile, be silent!
I want no more words.
Come into the dark room here, and let us have one final word alone.
I have thoroughly made up my mind about it.
You have a face to be remembered, and I remember faces well.
It was the dark and dirty corner of a small winding street.
We have borne this a long time.
He closed the lattice again with a fluttering heart.
Nothing that we do, is done in vain.
Will you wait for us a little, outside the door?
He looked at no one present, and no one now looked at him.
I am going to tell you something that will rather surprise you.