I asked them: Does it hurt? And the scar people nodded, yes. But it felt somehow wonderful, they said. For one long second, it felt like the world was holding them close.
He made a good salary but he did not flaunt it. He’d been raised in Chicago proper by a Lithuanian Jewish mother who had grown up in poverty, telling stories, often, of extending a chicken to its full...
But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
With hand gestures, you can fill in a lot of gaps, and the words thing and stuff and -ness also help: patientness instead of patience, fastness instead of speed, honestness instead of honesty. With th...
The people were all busy in their cars, listening to the radio, so there was no one to smile at, so I just sent my love to the traffic lights. No one ever appreciates them, all day long, working so ha...
Last day I saw him human, he was sad about the world.
I'd stopped waving to passengers in cars by then- I'd grown suspicious of people and all the complications of interior lives- so I sat and watched and rode and thought, and as soon as the bus doors op...
I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul. I want to be violated by i...
But the rest of the evening is nothing but the trembling edges of something I am so tired of feeling and I do not want to feel anymore.
Your eyes shine, he said. How do they do that?Blood, she said.
Sono innamorata dello smettere. A suo modo è un'arte, se ci pensate. Smettere bene richiede un innato senso della bellezza; bisogna saper sentire il momento della svolta, proprio quando il desiderio f...
In other words, don't be reductive. Often, writers will rush to an ending that completes, or sums up, or reduces their story as opposed to moving to a place where it goes to something they may not und...
I will never die, thought the cake to itself, in even simpler terms, as cakes did not have sophisticated use of language.
I loved my brother, but relying on him was like closing a hand around air.
Her blush was the color of a coral reef, but smooth.
Dad lost his job. Then he got a new job. Then he got his old job back and went back to it. They were all in the same building.
A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
When she left the store, emboldened, receipt tucked into her purse, folded twice, Janet thought of all the chicken dishes she had not sent back even though they were either half-raw or not what she ha...