The Patty Winters Shows were all repeats. Life remained a blank canvas, a cliche, a soap opera. I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave t...
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...
Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in … this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged …
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...
I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care.
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...
Everything failed to subdue me. Soon everything seemed dull: another sunrise, the lives of heroes, falling in love, war, the discoveries people made about each other. The only thing that didn't bore m...
En cuanto me di cuenta de que estaba completamente solo comprendí, sólo entonces, que tenía problemas graves. Mi actitud nostálgica con respecto a la fama y las drogas -el placer de comadecerme a mí m...
El olor a castañas asadas se mezcla con el anhídrido carbónico de los escapes.
Donald Trump is a big U2 fan and then, even more desperately, that John Gutfreund also buys their records.
Do you wear a diaphragm everywhere you go?' I want to scream, but stop myself because the idea really excites me.
But this road doesn't go anywhere, I told him.That doesn't matter.What does? I asked, after a little while.Just that we're on it, dude, he said.
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...
Where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it...
The Left had become a rage machine, burning itself up: a melting blue bubble dissolving in on itself.
If you can’t make a girl come why even bother? That always seemed to me to be like writing questions in a letter.
Cada día hay todo un ejército de retrasadas impacientes por ser deshonradas.