I would have written this next part into the story if anybody would have believed it. But who would have? I was there and I didn't believe it.
I know that homes burn and that you should think what to save before they start to. Not because, in the heat of it, everything looks as valuable as everything else. But, because nothing looks worth th...
I exaggerated even before I began to exaggerate, because it's true — nothing is ever quite as bad as it could be.
He turned off the freeway onto a wide commercial drive of franchised food and failing business. The
I think you would like Warren. He drinks Courvoisier in a Coke can, and has a laugh like you'd find in a cartoon bubble.
I often feel the effects of people only after they leave me.
I like radio personalities, and I like to change lanes. And losing yourself on the freeway is like living at the beach--you're not aware of lapsed time, and suddenly you're there, where it was you wer...
I have written letters that are failures, but I have written few, I think, that are lies. Trying to reach a person means asking the same question over and over again: Is this the truth, or not? I begi...
I believe that 99 percent of what anyone does can effectively be postponed.
Ho esagerato ancora prima di cominciare, perché è vero: niente è mai grave quanto potrebbe essere.
Tutto quello che ho fatto con te era amore.
In my head there's a broken balcony I fall off of when I speak.
For peace of mind I will lie about any thing at any time.
For example, the questions that say, Would you prefer... Would you prefer (a) Answer questions about what you do, (b) Answer questions about what you know, (c) Answer questions about what you think?My...
Before I took to the road, a friend tried to get me to go to a department store with him. He said it was to improve the place where I lived. He said, I want to know you are reading beneath this lamp....
Automatic is what I can manage. Isn't there enough to pay attention to OUTSIDE the car? All I want inside a car is music. When a favorite old song comes on the radio, I can never hear it past the firs...
When she sees him, Holly says, it's like the sunsets at the beach--once the sun drops, the sand chills quickly. Then it's like a lot of times that were good ten minutes ago and don't count now.
What I think, Chatty says, is that if a man loves a woman more than a woman loves a man, then they're even.
Mrs. Linden was beautiful in spirit and in fact. Her wish, she told her daughter, was to be a beautiful woman and surprise people because she was a beautiful woman who was kind.
It is such a pretty story, told to me by a Cuban woman I met in a bar at the beach. She left the bar before I did; a drunken man took her place. He leaned into me and said, I see in your dark eyes tha...