When he died he would not end. The world would end.
How language is webbed in the senses. Out of sand-blazed brilliance into quirky minds such as his, into touch, taste and fragrance. He thought he'd linger just a bit longer, let the bath take total ho...
It's there in your face, all of it, the way it rarely shows in any face. what do i see? something lazy, sexy and insatiable.
Holes are interesting. there are books about holes.
I like your mother. you have your mother's breasts.her breasts.great stand-up tits. he said
All plots tend to move deathward. This is the nature of plots. Political plots, terrorist plots, lovers’ plots, narrative plots, plots that are part of children’s games. We edge nearer death every tim...
It can't afford to be hard. it won't allow itself psychologically.
This is the woman you are inside the life. looking at you, what? i'm more excited than i've been since the first burning nights of adolescent frenzy. excited and confused. i look at you and feel an er...
I pick up the list of Benji's five favorite books because we've got work to do:Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon. He's a pretentious fuck and a liar.Underworld by Don DeLillo. He's a snob.On the Roa...
It's not the sex you think i've had. it's the sex i want. that's what you smell on me. because the more i look at you, the more i know about us both.and the more i want to have sex with you. because t...
I look at you. i know what you are. you are sloppy-bodied, smelly and wet. a woman who was born to sit trapped in a chair while a man tells her how much she excites him. _Eric Packer