What do you want, Patrick? she sighs.I just want peace, love, friendship, understanding, I say dispassionately.
Todo el mundo tiene meido. Pero si nos mantenemos unidos, si intentamos estar disponibles para los otros, ya no tendremos miedo.
There is no time for the innocent.
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now...
The polite conversation that carried over from cocktails into dinner was so stifling that it carried a certain ruthlessness,
The Art of the Deal, by Donald Trump. Have you read it? I ask Kimball.
Open the hood of a car and it will tell you something about the people who designed it, is just one of many phrases I’m tortured by.
Oh come on, don’t look that way. You have nothing to be ashamed of.I’m not, she says, trying to act casual. I just want to know if you’re disappointed in me for admitting this.How could she ever under...
Nunca me ha gustado nadie y e da miedo la gente.
My nightly blood lust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage.
Like these girls care, Price snorts. When I tell them what my annual income is, believe me, my behavior couldn’t matter less.
Just read this fabulous screenplay. A remake of Camus's The Stranger with Meursault as a bi break-dancing punk rocker. Randy showed it to me. I loved it. Randy thinks basically unfilmable and that fil...
I’m into, oh, murders and executions mostly. It depends. I shrug. Do you like it? she asks, unfazed. Um … It depends. Why? I take a bite of sorbet. Well, most guys I know who work in mergers and acqui...
It’s really weird and I’m experiencing a spontaneous kind of internal sensation, I feel I’m moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.
It's as if her mind is having a hard time communicating with her mouth, as if she is searching for a rational analysis of who I am, which is, of course, an impossibility: there ... is ... no ... key.
I'd get confused and write down things just to write them down and I came to this realization that I didn't do enough things to keep a datebook.
I realize I have nothing to say to Trent Burroughs as I tell him, I’ve been in New York the last four months. New Age Christmas music fails to warm up the chilly vibe. I’m suddenly unsure about everyt...
I passed what I thought was a Halloween parade, which was disorienting since I was fairly sure this was May. When I stopped on the corner of Sixteenth Street and made a closer inspection it turned out...
How is your father? she asks disinterestedly. A contrivance, I mutter. A plot device.
Got you. You're mine now. For the rest of the day, week, month, year, life. Have you guessed who I am? Sometimes I think you have. Sometimes when you're standing in a crowd I feel those sultry, dark e...