Le miré. —¿Habías visto algo tan cruel? Soltó una risita. —He visto cosas mucho peores, Kenzie. Me volví hacia Devin. —¿Y tú? —Por supuesto. —Echó un trago—. El mundo es violento, Patrick. La gente di...
La ciudad, dijo el locutor, estaba a la expectativa. La ciudad, nos aseguró el locutor, contenía la respiración.
It took only a second for another to arrive on the same path as yours and change your life to a point it couldn’t change back. One second.
In the shower he felt it coming again—that old wave of sadness, the one that felt ancient and had been with him since he could remember, an awareness that tragedy loomed somewhere in his future, trage...
Got us a full moon too coming tomorrow night. Just make things a whole lot worse. All we need.- Why is that?- What’s that, Marshal?- The full moon. You think it makes people crazy?- I know it does.- F...
We all believe lies that bring us more comfort than the truth.
Se rió entre dientes. —Eso es lo que tú crees. —Negó con la cabeza de nuevo mientras se le dibujaba en los labios una extraña sonrisa—. Si tuvieras una hija, Patrick, digamos que de veinte años, lista...
Or some guy
My daughter squealed again and both Bubba and I winced. It’s not an attractive sound, that. It’s high-pitched and it enters your ear canals like hot glass. No matter how much I love my daughter, I wil...
Hospitals strip a lot from you—your independence, your confidence, sometimes your will to live. But pettiness too. Pettiness is the first casualty of the ICU waiting room. No one has the energy for it...
Don’t forget—Charlie Chaplin too, my friend. I’d do an imitation, but I don’t know what he sounds like. Hey, not bad, boss. You can open for me in the Catskills.
But always in the back of your throat is this scream, barely suppressed.
Another death. The more I see, the less I know.
¿Habías visto algo tan cruel? Soltó una risita. —He visto cosas
Why? Rachel said (the eternal why, as she’d come to think of it). Was he that bad? I never heard he was bad, Ann Marie said with a minor slur and a sad grimace. She looked out through the screen at th...
When it came down to it, though, you had to remember all those assholes cutting you off in traffic and walking the streets and shouting in bars and turning their music up too loud and mugging you and...
Unaware, then, how short futures could be. How quick they could disappear, leave you with nothing but a long-ass present that held no surprises, no reason for hope, nothing but days that bled into one...
This is America . . . where every adult shall have the full and inalienable right to eat her young
The sound of her breathing reminded me, as it so often did, of how vulnerable she was. And how vulnerable we were because of how much we loved her. The fear - that something could happen to her at any...
So, about the only difference I see between a thief and a banker most times is a college degree.