The jolt of fear had burned all the red out of my blood.
The feeling that he was afraid of me was invigorating.
The Vine had no jukebox, but a real stereo continually playing tunes of alcoholic self-pity and sentimental divorce Nurse, I sobbed. She poured doubles like an angel, right up to the lip of a cocktail...
Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.
Supposedly she’d died, but here she was again–somewhat changed, but you couldn’t kill her. Not when the truest part of her hadn’t even been born.
She was resting at a table between numbers in the Greek nightclub where she was dancing. A little of the stage light touched her. She was very frail. She seemed to be thinking about something far away...
She knew: shit, we might as well have been drinking a dog’s tears. Nothing mattered except that we were alive.
Sands vanquished a rush of fear and said emphatically, I’m your man, sir. Get in there. Have intercourse with snakes. Eat human flesh. Learn everything. That’s pretty broad.
Psy Ops is all about unusual thinking, man. We want ideas blown up right to where they’re gonna pop. We’re on the cutting edge of reality itself. Right where it turns into a dream.
Or maybe that wasn't the time it snowed. Maybe it was the time we slept in the truck and I rolled over on the bunnies and flattened them. It doesn't matter. What's important for me to remember now is...
Not all the people living at Beverly Home were old and helpless. Some were young but paralyzed. Some weren’t past middle age but were already demented. Others were fine, except that they couldn’t be a...
Night again, the insects are loud, the moths are killing themselves on the lamp. Two hours ago I sat on the veranda looking out at the dusk, filled with envy for each living entity—bird, bug, blossom,...
Meaning can’t change from person to person, and still be true
I’m sure we were all feeling blessed on this ferryboat among the humps of very green--in the sunlight almost coolly burning, like phosphorus--islands, and the water of inlets winking in the sincere li...
I’d thought something was required of me, but I hadn’t wanted to find out what it was.
It was a long, narrow place, like a train car that wasn’t going anywhere.
Is that why I went wild over her? Because once I saw her truly? Is devotion as simple as that?
Incidentally, this is the only letter I'll send— don't think I'll turn you in, don't think for a second I'd alert the authorities, I mean, fuck them, and certainly, of course, fuck you, but above ever...
I was a whimpering dog inside, nothing more than that. I looked for work because people seemed to believe I should look for work, and when I found a job I believed I was happy about it because these s...
I stayed in the library, crushed breathless by the smoldering power of all those words – many of them unfathomable – until Happy Hour. And then I left.