As the film historian and critic David Thomson has asked: What are movies without male lust?
As a writer you slant all evidence in favor of the conclusions you want to produce and you rarely tilt in favor of the truth. ...This is what a writer does: his life is a maelstrom of lying. Embellish...
And, Price adds, smiling, if another round of Bellinis comes within a twenty-foot radius of our table we are going to set the maitre d' on fire. So you know, warn him.
And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing, I just want to be loved, cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: prin...
A young girl, a freshman, I met in a bar in Cambridge my junior year at Harvard told me early one fall that Life is full of endless possibilities. I tried valiantly nog to choke on the beer nuts I was...
Her taste in music haunted my memory and I had to stop at Tower Records on the Upper West Side to buy ninety dollars' worth of rap CDs but, as expected, I'm at a loss: [...] voices uttering ugly words...
It did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of...
General competence is on the fucking decline.
You seem happy.I'm almost afraid of how happy I am.
Why not? she asks petulantly. Give me one good reason we shouldn’t. Because trying to fuck you is like trying to French-kiss a very … small and … lively gerbil? I tell her. I don’t know. Yes? she says...
When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking.
This is reality, and as my loathsome brother Sean would say, I have to deal with it. The
The Left had become a rage machine, burning itself up: a melting blue bubble dissolving in on itself.
Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in … this was civiliza...
Questions raced through my mind—does she go wild during sex, does she come easily, does she freak out about oral sex, does she mind a guy coming in her mouth? Then I realized I won’t go to bed with a...
If you can’t make a girl come why even bother? That always seemed to me to be like writing questions in a letter.
I want to stay, and then, more weakly, Need some more sun.A fly from a batch of seaweed lands on a white, bony thigh. She doesn't slap at it. It doesn't go away.
I want to go back, Daniel says, quietly, with effort.Where? I ask, unsure.There's a long pause that kind of freaks me out and Daniel finishes his drink and fingers the sunglasses he's still wearing an...
Greed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever.
Feelings aren't facts and opinions aren't crimes and aesthetics still count—and the reason I'm a writer is to present an aesthetic, things that are true without always having to be factual or immutabl...