It’s a Cadillac all right. The Rolls-Royce of automobiles, Ottum
It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.
It was agreeable to her, the smell of tobacco. It was part of her knowledge of his body. It was the aura of the man, a residue of smoke and unbroken habit, a dimension in the night, and she lapped it...
It makes me feel true to the system, knowing that unnecessary risk is integral to the code of urban pathology. •
It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams
Isolation is not a drawback to those who understand that isolation is the point. I
Is it very different at home, or on the street, or waiting at the gate to board a flight? I maintain myself on the puppet drug of personal technology. Every touch of a button brings the neural rush of...
Is he one of them now? Frustrated, stuck, self-watching, looking for a means of connection, a way to break out. After Oswald, men in America are no longer required to lead lives of quiet desperation....
In committing a work to memory we make it safe from decay. It stands untouched. Children memorize parts of stories their parents tell them. They want the same story again and again. Don't change a wor...
If you know you're worth nothing, only a gamble with death can gratify your vanity.
I've got death inside me. It's just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.
I'm not just a college professor. I'm the head of a department. I don't see myself fleeing an airborne toxic event. That's for people who live in mobile homes out in the scrubby parts of the county, w...
I watched Buford set things up and I decided that tending bar might be a pretty good way to spend one's life. Spanking down big foaming steins of beer to be encircled by the huge skeet-shooting hands...
I was not a happy runner. I did it to stay interested in my body, to stay informed, and to set up clear lines of endeavor, a standard to meet, a limit to stay within. I was just enough of a puritan to...
I want to die and be finished forever. Don’t you want to die? he said. I don’t know. What’s the point of living if we don’t die at the end of it? In
I want to bottle-fuck you slowly with my sunglasses on.
I stood there, listening. The wind blew snow from the branches. Snow blew out of the woods in eddies and sweeping gusts. I raised my collar, put my gloves back on. When the air was still again, I walk...
I sat on the front steps alone, waiting for a sense of ease and peace to settle in the air around me.A woman passing on the street said, ´A decongestant, an antihistamine, a cough suppressant, a pain...
I needed death in order to believe I was living, an atmosphere of death much more real and personal than anything the newspapers can offer.
I moonlight, except there’s nothing I’m moonlighting from. Moonlight is all that’s out there.