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.
You cannot be loved by someone who doesn't want to know you.
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.
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.
I couldn't write—or wouldn't write, at any rate—unable to face the grueling self-scrutiny that fiction demands
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...
Could you conjugate that? To sleaze. I sleaze. You sleaze. We all have sleazen.
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 menu at the Hug Deli included, among other items, the Warm and Fuzzy Hug, the Beverly Hills Air Kiss Hug, and the Gangsta Hug, with side orders of Pinch, Tickle, and Back Scratch. She ordered the...
Thack seemed to sort something out for a moment. Sometimes I watch him when he’s playing with Harry or digging in the yard. And I think: This is it, this is the guy I’ve waited for all my life. Then t...
Life goes on, sport.
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...
His name is Jed, he said. He’s in pre-law at Rice University. That’s all I know, except that he’s probably straight. The landlady gave him a sly smile. That’s what he told you? He’s probably straight?...
We’re gonna be fifty-year-old libertines in a world full of twenty-year-old Calvinists.
Footnotes to a feeling
THERE WERE MORNINGS WHEN VINCENT FELT LIKE THE last hippie in the world. The Last Hippie. The phrase assumed a kind of tragic grandeur as he stood in the bathroom of his Oak Street flat, fluffing his...
Her apartment seemed fussier than ever, as if the doilies and tassels had taken to breeding in their unguarded moments.
We’re gonna be … I mean people like you and me … we’re gonna be fifty-year-old libertines in a world full of twenty-year-old Calvinists.
We have rules. Full disclosure, for one thing. And we're in bed with each other at the end of the day. Our commitment is for life, and we save our hearts for each other. That way we can have play AND...