Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do?
If all of your friends are morons is it afelony, a misdemeanor or an act of God if
I stopped at the front desk, about to complain to the doorman, when I was confronted with a NEW doorman, my age but balding and homely and FAT. Three glazed jelly doughnuts AND two steaming cups of ex...
Haven't we outgrown all this tired irony? Weren't we supposed to give up acting twenty-two forever?
At first she was so inexpressive and indifferent that I wanted to know more about her. I envied that blankness - it was the opposite of helplessness or damage or craving or suffering or shame. But she...
To Evelyn our relationship is yellow and blue, but to me it’s a gray place, most of it blacked out, bombed, footage from the film in my head is endless shots of stone and any language heard is utterly...
The reassuring smile was now useless. I was plastic. Everything was veiled. Objectivity, facts, hard information--these were things only in the outline stage. There was nothing tying anything together...
People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles. This is the first thing I hear when I come back to the city. Blair picks me up from LAX and mutters this under her breath as she drives up the on...
Later, as she's putting the dress back on, I notice a bruise on the side of her torso that I had'nt seen before.Who did that to you I ask.Oh that She says? You did
I'm resourceful, Price is saying. I'm creative, I'm young, unscrupulous, highly motivate, highly skilled. In essence what I'm saying is that society can afford to lose me. I'm an
I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say I love you I love you I love you while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.
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."But there's no sun, dude." I tell h...
A drug dealer on Thirteenth Street who offers me crack and blindly I wave a fifty at him and he says Oh, man gratefully and shakes my hand, pressing five vials into my palm which I proceed to eat whol...
There's no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I've started drinking my own urine. I laugh spontaneously at nothing. Sometimes I sleep under my futon. I'm flossing my teeth constantly until m...
I feel naked, suddenly tiny. My mouth tastes metallic, then it gets worse. My vision: a winter road. But I’m left with one comforting thought: I am rich—millions are not.
Dwelling over this loss while wandering down Central Park West somewhere around Seventy-sixth, Seventy-fifth, it strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.
No I’m not, I whisper to myself. I’m a fucking evil psychopath.
It's basically a joke. I think it's cool, Julian says. It's all about control, right? He considers something. It's not a joke. You should take it seriously. I mean, you're also one of the producers--...
But the thing I remember most about the screening in October twenty years ago was the moment Julian grasped my hand that had gone numb on the armrest separating our seats. He did this because in the b...
what's right? If you want something, you have the right to take it. If you want to do something, you have the right to do it.