They haven't been unhappy these last few years, quite the opposite. But it's been a long, long time since she felt that sense of giddy love that effervesces in the pit of your stomach and spectacularl...
They had crossed the plains and made homes in these savage mountains and borne their myriad afflictions not because they were brave pioneers pursuing a dream. They had come for no other reason but tha...
The kids crawled into bed and Dee unlocked the door and went back outside. Walked down to the road and stood at the crest of the pass. Thirty-five miles away, Grand Teton punctured the bottom curve of...
The endorphin kick from the ping of a received text or a new e-mail.
That’s a perfect clone of Richter’s phone. Has all his voice mails, text history, contacts, data usage, apps. More importantly, every call or text that comes to Richter will first hit us. We’ll have t...
Sure, I flip people off in traffic on occasion, but that’s just Chicago. My
Some people find the cravenness to lose entire years of their childhood. They tuck things into their subconscious so that it only eats them away a little at a time, in small, painless bites.
So if the world really splits whenever something is observed, that means there's an unimaginably massive, infinite number of universes - a multiverse- where everything that can happen will happen
She stopped at the foot of the trio of beach chairs and smiled down at Richter and his men. Richter was in the middle. The one on the left was a hairy beast of a man with the fat-over-muscle build of...
Pensé que apreciaba cada momento, pero sentado aquí en el frío, sé que di todo por sentado. ¿Y cómo podría no haberlo hecho? Hasta que todo se cae, no tenemos idea de lo que realmente tenemos, de lo p...
On my own, the ordinariness of the moment is almost too much to stand. I glance around the restaurant, taking in the faces of the waiters, the customers. Two dozen noisy conversations mixing into a ki...
No one tells you it’s all about to change, to be taken away. There’s no proximity alert, no indication that you’re standing on the precipice.
Next morning, Letty cabbed out to an IHOP in the xeriscaped burbs, several miles west of the glitz of the Strip. The emotion of the previous night still clung.
I’m often asked how Chad and I approach the process of cowriting a script. We figured out an egalitarian method (well, to be fair, it was Chad’s idea).
It was the strangest sort of fear. Unspecified. Like walking in the woods at night, not knowing exactly what you should be afraid of, and the fear all the more potent precisely because of its mystery.
It took five minutes for the barkeep to come around. He was an old salt—tall and thin. So grizzled he looked like he’d been here back when Ponce de León first showed up. Letty ordered a vodka martini....
It is the lonely hour of the night, one with which he is all too familiar—when the city sleeps but you don’t, and all the regrets of your life rage in your mind with an unbearable intensity.
In some environments, safety and truth are natural born enemies.
I wish we lived in a world where actions were measured by the intentions behind them.
I wish we lived in a world where actions were measured by the intentions behind them. But the truth is, they’re measured by their consequences. Look,