C’mon, let’s go join those tedious people.
A half-hour conversation with Binky was like eating a Whitman Sampler in one sitting.
The little pool was lighted now, the same glowing green-or so I imagined-as the eyes of the cats who slept in the shadows around it.
The film itself involves a New York City radio storyteller, Gabriel Noone, who strikes up a friendship with one of his fans, an abused 14-year-old teenager who is suffering from AIDS, who does not hav...
But I'm acutely aware that the possibility of fraud is even more prevalent in today's world because of the Internet and cell phones and the opportunity for instant communication with strangers.
Life goes on, sport.
DEAR MAMA, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write. Every time I try to write to you and Papa I realize I’m not saying the things that are in my heart. That would be O.K., if I loved you any less tha...
I couldn't write—or wouldn't write, at any rate—unable to face the grueling self-scrutiny that fiction demands
Could you conjugate that? To sleaze. I sleaze. You sleaze. We all have sleazen.
You don’t have to keep up, dear. You just have to keep open.
The earth knows exactly how to hold us if we just let it.
Pete thinks we all have a blacking factory: some awful moment, early on, when we surrender our childish hearts as surely as we lose our baby teeth.
Jesus Christ, you people are complicated.
There’s a theory, said Anna, handing him a cup of tea as she climbed back into bed, that we are all Atlanteans. Who? Us. San Franciscans. Edgar grinned indulgently, bracing himself for another yarn. A...
The bay was bright blue today, the hard fierce blue of a gas flame. If there was fog rolling in—and there must be, given the insistence of those horns—she couldn’t see it from here.
Such a suitable word, stroke. I'd heard it since childhood without fully understanding its meaning, but it sounded, even through a haze of sleep and dope, just like itself: abrupt and brutal and irrev...
It all goes so fast, she thought. We dole out our lives in dinner parties and plane flights, and it's over before we know it. We lose everyone we love, if they don't lose us first, and every single th...
Her apartment seemed fussier than ever, as if the doilies and tassels had taken to breeding in their unguarded moments.
Numbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
We’re gonna be fifty-year-old libertines in a world full of twenty-year-old Calvinists.