She’s cut off by a burst of fire and a muted report not quite as loud as a naked gunshot.
I said this is Boise, but it’s not. There is no Boise, no Idaho, no America. Names no longer mean a thing.
It’s like we get so set in our ways, so entrenched in those grooves, we stop seeing our loved ones for who they are.
Because as fucked as everything is, there is no place I’d rather be than with this Daniela, this Charlie. If one tiny thing were different, they wouldn’t be the people I love.
Their affair had been three of the most intense, reckless, terrifying, happy, alive months of his life. Like how he imagined being on heroin felt if the high never ended, if every syringe didn’t also...
What I told you is the truth. Really? You want to keep heading down that path? Because I went to the pub. Pope drummed his fingers on the tabletop. They don’t even have a female bartender on staff, an...
Jack Kilborn, author of Trapped, Afraid, and Endurance.
Hadn’t the poet Carl Sandburg written about this very thing? Ethan couldn’t recall the verse verbatim, knew only that it had something to do with the voice of the last cricket across the frost. A spli...
I assumed that in this moment I'd be terrified of walking into a new world, but I'm not afraid at all.I'm filled with a childlike excitement to see what comes next.As long as my people are with me, I'...
It’s like we get so set in our ways, so entrenched in those grooves, we stop seeing our loved ones for who they are. But tonight, right now, I see you again, like the first time we met, when the sound...
I’m smiling on the inside.
So we all embark wondering what lies over the horizon, what’s around the next bend. And isn’t that, in the end, what drives us?
They didn’t live anymore in a world where life was to be colorful and celebrated. Life had become something you clung to, that you bit down hard on against the pain, like the rubber block in a session...
Happy man once. You wish you stayed on the beach with Eleanor?
Why do people marry versions of their controlling mothers? Or absent fathers? To have a shot at righting old wrongs.
Perhaps once he had been a good clown. A noble clown. But he’d stolen Randall’s chainsaw, and had to die.
Do you know how a gun works? They hurt you. They can. I shot a bullet into the back of Molly’s head so she wouldn’t be sick or sad anymore. Did it hurt her?
That's not the way the human heart works. I can't just amputate what I feel.
He felt like the true translation of himself again.
Fear suddenly wore him like a glove.
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