...dread invades the living room, finds her on the couch, presses on her, gets inside her where it swiftly grows bigger than she is until she is inside it, looking out from a rind of shadow.
Writing. Opening a vein in your wrist with a spoon.
Well, what was wrong with it?We don't know, says James.That's a stupid rotten answer.Life is sometimes rotten and stupid.
Tues. April 16 - Coney Island! Ate only pink things. Threw up. It was worth it.
No one knows it yet, but Cape Breton is a dress rehearsal for the Great Depression.
Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.
Materia had been just six when they docked in Sydney Harbour and her father said, 'Look. This is the New World. Anything is possible here.' She's been too young to realize that he was talking to her b...
Jetzt bleibt ihm nur noch er Tod, doch der lässt auf sich warten, weil Mahmoud ein Gewohnheitstier ist und sich daran ewöhnt hat, am Leben zu sein.
It had changed to hate. The hate that she prayed for Jesus to take away. But it was also part of what had kept her going so how could she do without it now? That kind of hate is a species of animated...
Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.
He would have enough money...for a family that would fill his house with beautiful music and the silence of good books.
Between a mother’s eyes and her son’s face, there is not air. There is something invisible and invincible. Even though—or because—he will go out into the world, she will never lose her passion to prot...
You think you're safe. Until you see a picture like that. And then you know you'll always be a slave to the present because the present is more powerful than the past, no matter how long ago the prese...
You always run into something no matter where you go. Turns out you're someplace after all.
When will she discover that I am from a lesser race of immortals? But the high deities have always needed pixies to persuade them down to earth. When she no longer needs an intermediary, will she stil...
There is love, there is music, there is no limit, there is work, there is the precious sense that this is the hour of grace when all things gather and distill to create the rest of my life. I don't be...
The thief you must fear the most is not the one who steals mere things.
The MacKinnons were always new, always almost just like everyone else. Always next door to normal. It was like growing up in the witness protection program without changing your name.
Somewhere inside his head he's still all there, but moved into a cramped rear apartment overlooking the old brain.
She learns a valuable lesson: if you think you are good, just try doing good. You’ll soon find out how inadequate your little drop of goodness is.