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 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?
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...
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...
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...
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
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...
You can't get dyslexia from pussy.
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--...
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.
Why wasn’t Donald Trump invited to your party?
This is not an exit.
The movie was very different from the book in that there was nothing from the book in the movie. Despite everything — all the pain I felt, the betrayal — I couldn't help but recognize a truth while si...
Rock 'n' roll. Deal with it.
I'm into, oh murders and executions mostly. It depends.
And it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn't remember if he was Catholic or not.
If you're alone nothing bad can happen to you.