This is America . . . where every adult shall have the full and inalienable right to eat her young
There's darkness in this world you can't learn about by watching TV and reading books.
The world didn't give a shit. It didn't bestow. It took
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...
The ornament of beauty, Shakespeare wrote, is suspect. And he was right. But beauty itself, unadorned and unaffected, is sacred, I think, worthy of our awe and our loyalty.
The foundation of your life is luck. Hard work and talent make up the difference.
That little girl, I adore her, but she’s an anarchist. She wakes us up whenever she feels like it, she thinks high-energy at seven in the morning is a positive, sometimes she screams for no reason, sh...
Rumors or no, Thomas, if the men strike, we'll see fecal gravity at work like never before. Ain't a man in this room who won't be covered in shit.
La cálida mano de Angie se cerraba en torno a la mía mientras dábamos media vuelta y, esquivando los escombros, seguíamos el camino de la brisa en dirección a nuestra parte de la ciudad.
I've built something valuable here. But valuable things also have a way of being misunderstood in their own time. Everyone wants a quick fix. We're tired of being afraid, tired of being sad, tired of...
I open up— Cawley again: Using your keys, correct, Mr. Ganton? Ganton nodded at Cawley, looked back at his knees. I use my keys, yeah, ’cause the door’s locked.
Grief, he said, is carnivorous.
El doctor Barnett dejó caer el estetoscopio, se guardó la linternita en el bolsillo y le dijo a Angie: —Se quedará en la UCI hasta mañana para que podamos controlarla, pero yo diría que la cosa va bie...
Brendan Harris loved everyone now because he loved Katie and Katie loved him. Brendan loved traffic and smog and the sound of jackhammers. He loved his worthless old man who hadn't sent him a single b...
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At that moment, Dave would have lifted a house for Jimmy, held it up to his chest until Jimmy told him where to put it down.
After my daughter was born, I’d considered buying a shotgun to ward off potential suitors fourteen or so years up the road. Now, as I listened to these girls babble and imagined Gabby one day talking...
После смерти ты не попадаешь в лучший мир: лучший мир — этот, потому что ты еще не умер. Небеса не в облаках. Они — воздух у тебя в легких.
They had become the people her parents worked for. But they were better versions. And her parents, hungry as they were, would have expected no less. You couldn’t fight the Haves. The only thing you co...
Conflate a narcissistic instinct for self-preservation with moral superiority.