Uh … you know, strict. With occasional lapses into lacto and ovo, huh? Yes. Except on weekends and nights when I’m stoned. Then I’m a steako-lacto-ovo … or maybe a porkchopo-lacto-ovo…
There, as usual, she found her husband asleep in the flickering light of MTV. She knelt by the sofa and laid her hand gently on his chest. Hey, she whispered. Who’s it gonna be? Me or Pat Benatar? He...
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...
Over the next eight years, almost without noticing, I arrived at a quiet revelation. You could make a home by yourself. You could fill that home with friends and friendly strangers without someone sle...
Like I've always said, love wouldn't be blind if the braille weren't so damned much fun.
Jesus Christ, you people are complicated.
It’s time to get mad, Michael. Niceness doesn’t count for shit!
It occurred to Michael that this was the great perk of being loved: someone to wait for you, someone to tell you that it will get easier up ahead. Even when it might not be true.
I busted my butt trying to be everything to one person. Finally, I had to settle for being one thing to every person.
The rules of a well-ordered life were never enough when other people refused to obey them.
Sooner or later, though, no matter where in the world we live, we must join the diaspora, venturing beyond our biological family to find our logical one, the one that actually makes sense for us.
In a burst of hideous insight, DeDe realized the depth of her commitment to this marriage. She had just traded adultery for a cheeseburger and an order of french fries.
I don't see myself very clearly.Then look at the people who love you...Look into their eyes and see what they're seeing; that's all you need to know yourself.
Help me find Vuitton. The priest scolded her with a glance. You’ve lost him again? Of course not, said Prue. He’s around here somewhere. Vuiiiton! Here, boy!Vuiiiiiton! …
Garbage, you know, is very revealing.It beats the shit out of tarot cards.
Nobody's happy. What's happy? Happiness is over when the lights come on
Transcendental volleyball
Well … not exactly together. He’d buy a sofa and I’d buy a couple of matching chairs. One has to plan on divorce at all times … still, it was a landmark of sorts. I’d never gotten to the furniture-buy...
The worst of times in San Francisco was still better than the best of times anywhere else. There
Queers doing cowboy dancing. Who would’ve thunk it? Kids who grew up in Galveston and Tucson and Modesto, performing the folk dances of their homeland finally, finally with the partner of their choice...