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...
The hell of it is, I know the answer. The answer is that you never, ever, rely on another person for your peace of mind. If you do, you're screwed but good. Not right away, maybe, but sooner or later....
Small world, huh?She grinned lewdly. Not particularly. I’d say you’ve just run out of material.
And this was what bothered him about owning a VCR. If that cowboy was yours for the taking—yours at the flip of a switch—what was to stop you from abandoning human contact altogether? He
Men and women, both straight and gay, who don’t consider sexuality in measuring the worth of another human being. These aren’t radicals or weirdos, Mama. They are shop clerks and bankers and little ol...
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...
Solitude was no reason for sloppiness
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.
Nobody's happy. What's happy? Happiness is over when the lights come on
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…
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.
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.
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.
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.
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...