Fármacos y el perdón pueden convertir el morir en un momento gozoso:
Cuanto antes confiesas tus errores, antes puedes irte a cometer más.
Accepting death folds the soul, tempers and layers it like a Damascus blade. When I’d thrown myself into the canal in grief, only to be pulled out by the Moor, I’d become colder, more durable.
A chamomile chaser to Jane’s vodka and sarcasm shooter.
You must find a place on a woman's body and live there. In the dark, the noise far away, Sam ran his hands over Calliope's body and the world of work and worry seemed to move away. He found two depres...
You do not cause death, you do not prevent death, you are a servant of Destiny, not its agent. Get over yourself.
Why is it that one can busta rhyme or busta move anywhere but you must busta cap in someone's ass? Is ho always feminine and muthafucka always masculine, while bitch can be either? How many peeps in a...
Why do you call this dog Mohammed? asked the bearded man. Because that’s his name. You should not have called this dog Mohammed. I didn’t call the dog Mohammed, Charlie said. His name was Mohammed whe...
When your best friend is the son of God, you get tired of losing every argument.
When war makes commerce and commerce is law, profit rules prudence and justice is flawed.
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 can’t go home, Joshua said at last. I don’t know enough yet. No, said Gaspar, I suspect that you don’t. But you know all that you will learn here. If you come to a river and find a boat at the edge...
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...
This is fucking magic, she thought. This isn't some story out of one of Tommy's books. This isn't something you can experiment with in the bathroom. This is not natural, and whatever I am, it isn't na...
That's a horrible plan.Yes, but I have chosen to ignore that.
Sometimes, it turned out, art was what you had to say, not how you said it.
So safe, Coyote said, that you can lose it in a day? To be safe is to be afraid. Is that what you want: to be afraid?
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.