When we remember someone as a drunk, a liar, a bully, we're only creating an excuse for our own poor behavior.
When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we’ll only tell strangers, someplace private in the padded cell of midnight. These important stories, we rehearse them for years in ou...
When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?
What stops you here is what stops your entire life.The air will always be too filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some e...
What Tyler says about the crap and the slaves of history, that's how I felt. I wanted to destroy something beautiful I'd never have. Burn the Amazon rain forests. Pump chlorofluorocarbons straight up...
We were all runing from something. Vaginoplasty. Aging. The future.
Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. And I used to be such a nice guy.
Tyler gets me a job as a waiter, after that Tyler's pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step to eternal life is you have to die.
To some of us, the nights are too long. To some, the days.
To anyone reading this who isn't already dead, I wish you luck, honestly I do. You just keep swallowing your vitamins. Keep jogging around reservoirs and avoiding second hand cigarette smoke. Cross yo...
Three weeks without sleep, and everything becomes an out-of-body experience.
This woman is Pocahontas. She is Athena and Hera. Lying in this messy, unmade bed, eyes closed, this is Juliet Capulet. Blanche DuBois. Scarlett O'Hara. With ministrations of lipstick and eyeliner I g...
This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.
This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. If I didn't say anything, people in a group assumed the worst. They cried harder. I cried harder. Look up into the stars and you're gone.
This makeover would make piercings and tattoos and brandings look so lame, all those little fashion revolts so safe that they themselves only become fashionable. Those little paper tiger attempts to r...
This isn’t really death,’ Tyler says. ‘We’ll be legend. We won’t grow old.’ I tongue the barrel into my cheek and say, Tyler, you’re thinking of vampires.
This isn't anywhere I haven't been before. I've given up. In words muffled with exhaustion I whisper a prayer for my heart to stop.
This is your last chance, honey, Brandy says, and her blood is getting all over the place. She says, Do you love me? It’s when folks ask questions like this that you lose the spotlight.