I've bought these peanuts before. They're round, cubical, pock-marked, seamed. Broken peanuts. A lot of dust at the bottom of the jar. But they taste good. Most of all I like the packages themselves....
I'm at that certain stage in a night of drinking and talking when I see things clearly through a small opening, a window in space.
Too much engenders too much.
There was one thing more he wanted from this funeral. He wanted to see the hearse pass by again, the body tilted for viewing, a digital corpse, a loop, a replication. It did not seem right that the he...
There is enough mystery in the facts as we know them, enough of conspiracy, coincidence, loose ends, dead ends, multiple interpretations. There is no need […] to invent the grand and masterful scheme,...
There is a world inside the world.
There are no amateurs in the world of children.
Then she took of her panties and handed them to me. I tossed them on the bed and got undressed.I felt a breath of estrangement in the room and thought she might be a voyeur of her own experience, livi...
The only problem I had was that my whole life was a lesson in the effect of echoes, that I was living in the third person.
The novel used to feed our search for meaning. Quoting Bill. It was the great secular transcendence. The Latin mass of language, character, occasional new truth. But our desperation has led us toward...
The book was a challenge, a secondhand paperback crammed with huge and violent emotions in small crowded type on waterlogged pages.
The alphabet is male and female. If you will know the correct order of letters, you make a world, you make creation. This is why they will hide the order. If you will know the combinations, you make a...
The Chief of Student Welcoming writes that the school was created exclusively for youths of the underprivileged countries of Asia, Africa and Latin America. Lee wonders how they can think he is privil...
That's why he was here, to surrender himself to longing, to listen to his host recite the anecdotal texts, all the passed-down stories of bonehead plays and swirling brawls, the pitching duels that ca...
That which we fear to touch is often the very fabric of our salvation.
Talent is more erotic when it's wasted.
Something about the time of year depressed him deeply. Overcast skies and cutting wind, leaves falling, dusk falling, dark too soon, night flying down before you’re ready. It’s a terror. It’s a barene...
Shouldn't death , I thought, be a swandive, graceful, white-winged and smooth, leaving the surface undisturbed?Blue jeans tumbled in the dryer.
She knows her flesh parents are in the stands somewhere. Knows what they're saying, sees the gestures and expressions. Dad trying to use old college logic to make sense of it all. Mom wearing the haun...
People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night. I carry this thought, the child'smystery and terror of this thought, I feel this immensity in my soul every second of my life.