Why do I feel like I'm at the edge of a hole?
When the woman you live with is an artist, every day is a surprise. Clare has turned the second bedroom into a wonder cabinet, full of small sculptures and drawings pinned up on every inch of wall spa...
That’s the thing about living vicariously; it’s so much faster than actual living.
Our coffee is so good we drink it ourselves!
It's hard to be the one who stays. I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way. I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash tha...
I do get tired of humans
How delicately language skirts the issue. How meaningless it is.
He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.
He had never realised, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.
I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that.
A feeling of unity, oblivion, mindlessness in the best sense of the word
In the dim light of the computer screen he seemed otherworldly; Julia thought him beautiful, though she knew it was the beauty of damage.
I think about cutting my hair. How nice it would be to wash it, run a quick comb through it, and presto! all set, ready to rock and roll. I sigh. Henry loves my hair almost as though it were a creatur...
I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.
Dead is the most alone you can be.
Why is love intensified by absence? Long ago, men went to sea and women wait for them, standing on the edge of the water, standing in the horizon for the tiny ship.
What we need,' Henry says, 'is a fresh start. A blank slate. Let's call her Tabula Rasa.
The best love is the kind that weakens the soul, that makes us reach for more. That plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.
So in order to cope, I pick locks, shoplift, pick pockets, mug people, panhandle, break and enter, steal cars, lie, fold, spindle, and mutilate. You name it, I've done it
Oh. A bigger studio. It dawns on me, stupid me, that Henry could win the lottery at any time at all; that he has never bothered to do so because it's not normal; that he has decided to set aside his f...