Music—he smiled his glorious smile and raised his index finger—music speaks for the soul because words are too small.
Marv stared at his phone. Kids these days. It was like on that day in school when they taught personal responsibility, this entire fucking generation had banged in sick.
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 think if a man beats you and fucks half the women he sees and no one will help you, axing him isn’t the least understandable thing you can do.
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.
I got divorced today, she said. I lost my job—no, correct that, my career—six months ago, as you well know, because I had a panic attack on the air. I’ve grown terrified of people, not particular peop...
He held up a hand to stop her. Then one day, about six months ago, it hit me—love doesn’t trump all for you, safety does. And I knew sooner or later you’d dump me before I’d dump you because—and this...
Happiness comes in moments, & then it's gone until the next time. Could be years. But sadness settles it.
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...
Do you know what it’s like to fight with someone every day? Someone who claims to dislike conflict but who in fact lives for it?
But I say their rules are bullshit. I say there are no rules but the ones a man makes for himself.
But I often think we talk way too much in this society, that we consider verbalization a panacea that it very often is not, and that we turn a blind eye to the sort of morbid self-absorption that beco...
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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Another thing Tim was fond of saying was when a house falls down, the first termite to bite into it is just as much to blame as the last. Joe didn't get that one--the first termite would be long fucki...
And he hated himself and hated her,too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.
All his ghosts, though, were gone. Except the boy. The boy cocked his head at Joe, as if surprised he was coming closer. Joe said, You’re me? The boy seemed confused by the question. Because he wasn’t...
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.
Альберт, я бы тебя убил, если бы хоть немного умел убивать.