This is not an exit.
She laughs and looks out the window and I think for a minute that she's going to start to cry. I'm standing by the door and I look over at the Elvis Costello poster, at his eyes, watching her, watchin...
Price. You're priceless.
On my way over to Park Avenue to find a cab I pass an ugly, homeless bum-- a member of the genetic underclass-- and when he softly pleads for change, for anything, I noticed the Barnes & Noble book ba...
Nothing. Nothing makes me happy. I like nothing, I tell her.
No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me.
My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing
Listen, I say, my voice trembling with emotion, have whatever you want but I'm telling you I recommend the Diet Pepsi.
Life is full of endless possibilities. I tried valiantly not to choke on the beer nuts I was chewing while she gushed this kidney stone of wisdom,
I’m tired, William. I’m tired of you. I’m tired of these parties. I’m tired. The tone of your voice could have fooled me, he says, taking my arm roughly. Just smile, okay? Just until we get past the p...
It moved me away from the narcissism of childhood and into the world’s mysteries—the unexplained, the taboo, the other—and drew me closer to a place of understanding and acceptance.
I think we've all lost some sort of feeling
I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one w...
I only had sex with her because I'm in love with you.
I didn't know. All I know was that the sex was terrific. And that the hippie was cute. She loved sweet pickles. She liked the name Willie. She even liked Apocalypse Now. She was not a vegeterian. Thes...
How could she ever understand that there isn’t any way I could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?
Hardbody. McDermott nods in agreement. Definitely. I’m not impressed, Price sniffs. Look at her knees. While the hardbody stands there we check her out, and though her knees do support long, tan legs,...
Everything has been degraded by what the sensory overload and the supposed freedom-of-choice technology has brought to us, and, in short, by the democratization of the arts.
By the time you finish reading this sentence, a Boeing jetliner will take off or land somewhere in the world.
But most of us now lead lives on social media that are more performance based than we ever could have imagined even a decade ago, and thanks to this burgeoning cult of likability, in a sense, we’ve al...