This was what i could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did no...
There is no time for the innocent.
There are so many things Blair doesn’t get about me, so many things she ultimately overlooked, and things that she would never know, and there would always be a distance between us because there were...
She sits before me, sullen but hopeful, characterless, about to dissolve into tears. I squeeze her hand back, moved, no, touched by her ignorance of evil. She has one more test to pass.Do you own a br...
Patrick is not a cynic, Timothy. He’s the boy next door, aren’t you honey? No I’m not, I whisper to myself. I’m a fucking evil psychopath.
La noria vacía se alza ante nosotros ucando pasamos por su lado, un círculo impreciso apenas visible en la bruma, y, si exceptuamos unos pescadores mexicanos, no hay nadie alrededor.
It’s an article on your hero, Donald Trump. McDermott grins.
If I often wished the world were a different place, I also knew—and horror movies helped reinforce this—that it never would be, a realization that in turn led me to a mode of acceptance.
I want to take you away from this, I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. From sushi and elves and... STUFF.
I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.
I hear it, can actually feel, can even make out the letters of the message hovering above Bono’s head in orange wavy letters: I … am … the … devil … and I am … just … like … you …
How is your father? she asks disinterestedly. A contrivance, I mutter. A plot device.
Hello, Halberstam, Owen says, walking by.Hello, Owen, I say, admiring the way he's styled and slicked back his hair, with a part so even and sharp it... devastates me and I make a mental note to ask h...
Back at our table Reeves is telling Hamlin about how he taunts the homeless in the streets, about how he hands a dollar to them as he approaches and then yanks it away and pockets it right when he pas...
And though it has been in no way a romantic evening, she embraces me and this time emanates a warmth I’m not familiar with. I am so used to imagining everything happening the way it occurs in movies,...
And as the elevator descends, passing the second floor, and the first floor, going even farther down, I realize that the money doesn't matter. That all that does is that I want to see the worst.
Once you start choosing how people can and cannot express themselves then this opens the door to a very dark room in the corporation from which there's really no escape. Can't they in return police yo...
A flood of reality. I get an odd feeling that this is a crucial moment in my life and I'm startled by the suddenness of what I guess passes for an epiphany. There is nothing of value I can offer her....
Yes. Yes I am. I am a completely demented misogynist.
Nonchalant,