Like I've always said, love wouldn't be blind if the braille weren't so damned much fun.
What about San Francisco?What about it?Did you like it?She shrugged. It was O.K.Just O.K.?She laughed. Good God!What?You're all alike here.How so? he asked.You demand adoration for the place. You're n...
The earth knows exactly how to hold us if we just let it.
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...
It’s time to get mad, Michael. Niceness doesn’t count for shit!
She told me about the cop. And the movie star, and the construction worker. You're not having a life Michael, you're fucking the Village People one at a time
I couldn't write—or wouldn't write, at any rate—unable to face the grueling self-scrutiny that fiction demands
I busted my butt trying to be everything to one person. Finally, I had to settle for being one thing to every person.
You don’t have to keep up, dear. You just have to keep open.
C’mon, let’s go join those tedious people.
You cannot be loved by someone who doesn't want to know you.
Nobody's happy. What's happy? Happiness is over when the lights come on
If you’re going to be degenerate, you might as well be a lady about it, don’t you think?
Small world, huh?She grinned lewdly. Not particularly. I’d say you’ve just run out of material.
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.
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? He laughed. Well, he’s currently in love with Bruce Springste...
She was Anna Madrigal, a self-made woman, and there was no one else in the world exactly like her.
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...
Laugh all you want and cry all you want and whistle at pretty men in the street and to hell with anybody who thinks you're a damned fool!
Garbage, you know, is very revealing.It beats the shit out of tarot cards.
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