But then I think how I grew sick of kissing him. How can you spend your life with a person you're sick of kissing?
… eram prea tanara atunci sa-mi dau seama cum simple considerente geografice sau temporale puteau sa separe oamenii. Acestea sunt motivele pentru care n-ar fi trebuit sa ma intreb ce m-am intrebat mai...
She might even have felt that self-congratulatory pride that heterosexual white people are known to experience due to proximate diversity.
Reason to do anything other than bypass and ignore. And
When they left the bar, before parting ways in Port Authority, they stood on the corner of Forty-second Street and Seventh Avenue and continued talking; there were between them always an infinite numb...
There's a belief that to take care of someone else, or to let someone else take care of you - that both are inherently unfeminist. I don't agree. There's no shame in devoting yourself to another perso...
The interest I felt in certain guys then confused me, because it wasn't romantic, but I wasn't sure what else it might be. But now I know: I wanted to take up people's time making jokes, to tease the...
She came down to my dorm that night, knocking on the door around nine o'clock. Martha was at the library, and I was eating graham crackers and reading 'Glamour'. She didn't wait for me to open the doo...
See, I always forget this about you, he says, and even now, long after we first lost our privacy, I can't help wondering who's overhearing him. Every decade, you like to pin me to the ground, pull ope...
Reading the nurse’s name tag, Mr. Bennet replied with fake enthusiasm, Bernard! We’re mourning the death of manners and the rise of overly familiar discourse. How are you?
People are complicated, she continued, and the ones who aren't are boring. Then maybe I'm boring.We looked at each other, and in a genuinely sad voice, she said, Maybe you are.
Our windows were open, and the radio had been playing continuously--not one but two Billy Joel songs had come on during our drive--and the air was dense with the humidity of a midwestern summer, weath...
It’s not that you’re wrong. But when you say stuff like this, it makes life a lot less enjoyable.
I'd think, One of the times she leaves will be the last time I see her. It destroyed me. I didn't want us to have a last time, and that was how I realized I'd fallen in love with you.
I wonder if they are the only three in the world: the man who is with you completely, the man who is with you but not with you, the man who will get as close to you as he can without ever becoming you...
I have been granted the terrible privilege of deciding what would have happened with no one left to contradict me. And maybe I am absolutely wrong.
Here’s what I’ve learned about the people in this city, Darcy was saying. They grade their women on a curve. If someone is described as sophisticated, it means once during college she visited Paris, a...
Easterners didn’t really care? Niceness for its own sake wasn’t a virtue to them.
Dude, he said, Calm down. This was something I hated being told, especially by a boy. My voice might rise half an octave, I thought of telling him, but there's no need to take cover - I will not leap...
But the truth was that I didn't want to stay in Riley. The pulls of familial love and obligation could not, for the moment, compete with the promise of early-relationship sex. Starlight and beer and o...