She could envision a lifetime spent trying to create such flashes of connection.
Saint Augustine said it perfectly back in the fourth century: What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.
Pope smiled. You’re thinking all wrong, boy. There’s no such thing as law or government inside this room. It’s just you and me. I am the one and only authority in your little world, whose borders are...
On his first attempt to get up, his knees buckled and he sat down hard enough to send
Oh, you mean so we can coexist? What kind of let’s-hold-hands hippie shit are you suggesting?
No, what do you call that? I call that you-ain’t-gotta-do-shit-ever-again money. I call that living-right-for-the-rest-of-your-life money. Don’t tell me some part of you hasn’t always dreamed of robbi...
Management: Thank you for the support and counsel. Angela Cheng Caplan and Joel VanderKloot: You’re rock stars. So grateful to have you in my corner. A very special thanks to Jacque Ben-Zekry for a wo...
Knew she didn’t need another thing for the rest of her life except to be with him. There was such a peace that accompanied that knowledge.
Jessica’s smile makes Ron slide his hand over the console, let it work down between her blue-jeaned thighs.
It has altered, Leven says, but only slightly. Nitrogen and oxygen, thank God, are still the main components. But the makeup is now one percent more oxygen, one percent less nitrogen. Greenhouse gases...
It begins to go so fast, Fitch said. What? Time. You cling to every second. Savor everything. Wish you’d lived all your days like this. Excuse me.
Is this what you want? To drop yourself into a still-life painting of a memory because life has broken your heart?
Inside, the air-conditioning was set to blizzard.
If he did this to you, he would have rationalized it somehow. That’s how decent people justify bad behavior.
I have everything I need here, he said. Warmth. Drink. Food. Books.
He grabbed her hands and turned them over. Exposed her wrists. Traced a finger down her scars. Suicide hickeys.
He figures she must contain a carbon core. A soul as hard as a diamond. So what happens when a diamond finally breaks?
F. Scott Fitzgerald line: Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Eyes you can fall into and keep falling.
Everyone black-suited. None younger than thirty, none older than forty-five. Each exuding his own special brand of ex-military, fucked-by-life hardness.