What you put out into the world will always come back for you.
We are not special. We are lit from within by a single candle flame and when that flame is blown out and all light leaves our eyes it is the same as if we never existed at all. We don't own our life....
She blew a stream of smoke up at the empty clotheslines. 'These silly dreams you have when you're young. I mean, what, Katie and Brendan Harris were going ot make a life in Las Vegas? How long would t...
No, a guy had one on the T when I was coming over here. I work in Cambridge.
Luther had passed many a white church in his day, heard them singing their hymns and chanting their Amens and seen them gather on a porch or two afterward with their lemonade and piety, but he knew if...
It occurred to him that thinking like this could explain why, even after all the jobs he'd pulled, he rarely had much money in his pockets. Sometimes it seemed like he stole money from one place just...
He understood people a little too well, and the knowledge made him nervous.
En mis primeros recuerdos aparece el fuego.
Yeah, well, it’s not like the old days. I bit into my lobster roll. Maybe the best lobster roll in Boston, which made it, arguably, the best lobster roll in the world. It’s
Which would be worse, to live as a monster or to die as a good man?
This woman was hard-core. Fuck with her at your peril.
There is no street with mute stones and no house without echoes. —Góngora
There are threads in our lives. You pull one, and everything else gets affected.
The mind...It's an engine essentially. That's what it is. A very delicate, intricate motor. And it's got all these pieces, all these gears and bolts and hinges. And we don't even know what half of the...
The driver got out. He looked like a cop—blond crew cut, red face, white shirt, black-and-gold nylon tie, the heft of his gut dropping over his belt buckle like a stack of pancakes. The other one look...
It’s been a complicated decade for me. She
I normally can't stand vice-free people. They conflate a narcissistic instinct for self-preservation with moral superiority. Plus they suck the life right out of a party.
He’s happy. And isn’t that the worst of all possible outcomes?
He thought: so this is what it feels like to love. No logic to it - he barely knew her. But there it was just the same. He'd just met the woman he'd known, somehow, since before he was born. The measu...
He looked up at the underside of the bridge, everyone battling to either get into the city or out of it, everyone in an irritated rush, probably half aware that they wouldn't feel any better once they...