What she felt toward him wasn’t sadness or nostalgia or even love. It was beyond an emotion she could name. She thought of him now as light and time and energy—a being her earthbound soul could not be...
What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened. —T. S. Eliot, Bu...
What do you think is happening to you? I’m not entirely sure. But you’re a scientist. You have a theory. I don’t have enough data. What does your gut tell you? I sip the chamomile tea, savoring the hi...
What do you think Nate the Nose is going to do to us when he finds out we lost his shit? We’re both going to be eating San Francisco Hot Dogs, Willie. Willie’s eyes got wide. Apparently the idea of ha...
We’re a part of something here, Mr. Burke. Something that matters. All of us. Here’s the thing, Marcus, and I don’t want you to ever forget it. Nobody fucking asked me or anyone in that valley if we w...
We have fumbling, groping, backseat-of-the-car, unprotected-because-who-gives-a-fuck, protons-smashing-together sex.
We associate reality with the tangible—everything we can experience with our senses. And though I keep telling myself there’s a box on the South Side of Chicago that can take me to a world where I hav...
We are spread across the country now, old and dying or dead already, and we have mostly acclimatized to the absurdity of daily life in the fourth decade of the twenty-first century, although occasiona...
We are so fucking lost. Literally adrift in the nothing space between universes.
We all live day to day completely oblivious to the fact that we're a part of a much larger and stranger reality that we can possibly imagine.
Twitter and Facebook. Ethan didn’t miss those things. Didn’t wish that his son was growing up in a world where people stared at screens all day. Where communication had devolved into the tapping of ti...
Time is an illusion, a construct made out of human memory. There’s no such thing as the past, the present, or the future. It’s all happening now.
This had been her routine going on three years now, and she thought it had been wise not to break it tonight. When your world falls apart, cling to the familiar.
There were moments when you saw the people you loved for who they really were, separate from the baggage of projection and shared histories. When you saw them with fresh eyes, as a stranger might, and...
Theolonious frowned. So is a werewolfskunkdeer a person who changes into something that’s a wolf, skunk, and deer all at once, like it has fur and Bambi eyes and sprays skunk spray, or is it a person...
The three most important people in her life are gone, and she will never see them again. The stark loneliness of that knowledge cuts her to the bone.She is forty-nine, and she wonders if this is what...
The sting and the shame of all he’s put her through are still raw. He can’t say for certain, but he suspects that if she’d done the same to him, he’d already be gone.
The residence sat toward the back of the property, which sloped up across a masterfully landscaped yard shaded with maple and spruce trees, dotted with stone sculptures—fountains, birdbaths, angels—an...
The people I bring out of suspension to populate my town won’t have Facebook or iPhones, iPads, Twitter, next-day delivery. They’ll interact like our species used to. Face-to-face.
The noise that had drawn him up the ladder was screaming. Human screaming. And what he saw, he didn’t know how to process.