When he was reading he could fly away into the wildest skies of imagination, untethered to the reality that his soul was trapped in a wretched creature cobbled together from meat and bone, like us all...
We Ask the Gods for Answers and They Give Us Questions
Wait, what? Ain’t no thing. I’ma choke you out ironically, Evan, so you be too cool for school. Cool as a motherfuckin’ corpse, Evan. He let a little air through. I love something! I do love something...
Tú haces lo mismo, intentas reconciliar a todas las madres que ha sido mamá: la que querías que fuera, la que era cuando la necesitabas y estaba ahí, la que era cuando no te entendía. . . La mayoría d...
True, I am drunk, and small, and damp, but mistake not my moistness for weakness, although there's an argument to be made for that, as well.
Torah! Torah! Torah!- THE WAR CRY OF THE KAMIKAZE RABBIS.
The garlic bread lay there between them, steaming with implications. They, of course, must both eat it or neither could. Garlic bread meant garlic breath. There might be a kiss later, maybe more. Ther...
That's it, said Cavuto. You're too much of a nerd to be gay. I'm contacting the committee. They'll revoke your rainbow flag and you will not be permitted anywhere near the parade.
She was twentysix and pretty in a way that made men want to tuck her into flannel sheets and kiss her on the forehead before leaving the room; cute but not beautiful.
She was meaning and order and light, and now that she's gone, chaos falls like a dark leaden cloud.
Qué coño, seguro que hasta hay monjas de alguna orden dispuestas a echarte un polvo por simple caridad. O como acto de penitencia.
Oh yes, I kept all of the abominations at bay while Kaliel played with his favorite sheep behind the bushes.
Not unlike the toaster, I control darkness.
Not the scream of a startled little girl, mind you, but a manly scream: the scream of a fellow who has caught his enormous dong in a revolving door while charging
Nobody’s perfect….
La febbre aveva catapultato Tucker Case in un sogno nel quale veniva gettato in mezzo a grandi onde elastiche di demoni dalle ali di pipistrello - sbriciolato, soffocato, morso e graffiato - e là, nel...
Justice favors the favored sons.
Joshua, my memory of Maggie isn't about what happened the night before we left. I didn't go to see her thinking that we would make love. A kiss was more than I expected. I think of Maggie because I ma...
Joshua grinned: I think we’ll both do better than my cousin John and his ‘hold them underwater until they agree with you’ sermon.
It kept him from reaching that place that he hit so, so often in his life, the mind-bending, sob-inducing limit where he said to himself, I just cannot endure any more motherfucking death. No more! Or...