It seemed the two held forth on parallel tracks, confident of meeting somewhere in infinity.
I know everything. Heinz sputtered and fumed somewhat like an automobile himself, and said, I’m God! Grainier thought about how to answer. Here seemed a conversation that could go no farther.
He thought he might as well. There's really only one question.What's that?Did God really kill Himself?Leanna wasn't smiling now. She was staring at him, but softly.Who are you? she asked him.Whatever...
Does everything you touch turn to shit? Does this happen to you every time?No wonder they call me Fuckhead.It's a name that's going to stick.
Before this moment I'd lived as a mind. Body, heart, soul, intellect, so we care ourselves into parts. But the whole of us, what can it be?
AFTER MAYAKOVKSY by Denis JohnsonIt's after one. You're probably alone.All night the moon rings like a telephonein an empty booth above our separateness.Now is the hour one answers. I am home.Hello, m...
[G]ive him this much: death didn't just walk up and inhale him. He wasn't exactly whisked away. He left claw marks on his life.
You’ve never felt good. Your suffering protects you. Pain is the ransom you have gladly paid not to be free.
We’d torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that
Well, it’s very much for each person to experience alone, he said, and whatever truth he meant to get at, his eyes were the visible scars of it.
We parked under a strange sky with a faint image of a quarter-moon superimposed on it. There was a little woods beside us. This day had been dry out and hot, the buck pines and what-all simmering pati...
Three Rules To Write ByWrite naked. That means to write what you would never say.Write in blood. As if ink is so precious you can’t waste it.Write in exile as if you are never going to get home again,...
This moment, this very experience of it, seemed only the thinnest gauze. She sat in the audience thinking - someone here has cancer, someone has a broken heart, someone's soul is lost, someone feels n...
Think of being curled up and floating in a darkness. Even if you could think, even if you had an imagination, would you ever imagine its opposite, this miraculous world the Asian Taoists call the Ten...
There was nothing of his I wanted in particular. I wanted it all.
The women were blank, shining areas with photographs of sad girls floating in them.
The woman hurt me. She looked so soft and perfect, like a mannequin made of flesh, flesh all the way through.
The scene before her flattened, lost one of its dimensions, and the noise dribbled irrelevantly down its face. Something was coming. This moment, this very experience of it, seemed only the thinnest g...
The first time I didn’t say anything, because she shot me in the mouth.
THE PEOPLE'S THIRST FOR FREEDOM HAS DRIVEN US TO DRINK BAD WATER.