The main difference between twenty-one and fifty-one, he decided, the sheer volume of regret.
Someone—probably Sayid—had written Sartre: Hell is other people in pen inside one of the caravans, and someone else had scratched out other people and substituted flutes.
By this point he’s twenty-eight, time speeding up in a way that disconcerts him, the parties going too late and getting too sloppy, waiting in the ER on two separate occasions for news of friends who’...
What happens next? Miranda asks. It’s easier to talk to Elizabeth when they’re sitting side by side,when she doesn’t have to look at her.I don’t know.You do know.I wish I could tell you how sorry I am...
What a terrible time that was, Clark said softly to an imaginary Robert, practicing for the future. Awful, Imaginary Robert agreed. Remember those days when you were in the airport, and I didn’t know...
We’re so lucky to be in this position, all of us who make our living as actors, and I find complaints about invasion of privacy to be disingenuous, frankly. I mean, let’s be real here, we wanted to be...
We traveled so far and your friendship meant everything. It was very difficult, but there were moments of beauty. Everything ends. I am not afraid.
Time had been reset by catastrophe.
This is my soul and the world unwinding, this is my heart in the still winter air. Finally whispering the same two words over and over: Keep walking. Keep walking. Keep walking.
This had been happening more and more lately, this nodding off unexpectedly, and it left him with an unsettled intimation of rehearsal. You fall asleep for short periods and then for longer periods an...
They are always waiting, the people of the Undersea. They spend all their lives waiting for their lives to begin.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, as in revenge, have sucked up from the sea contagious fogs.… Pestilential, a note in the text explains, next to the word contagious, in Kirsten’s favorite of...
So we ask them who they are, and their leader smiles at me and says, ‘We are the light.’
She had once met an old man up near Kincardine who’d sworn that the murdered follow their killers to the grave, and she was thinking of this as they walked, the idea of dragging souls across the lands...
Montreal was less than two inches to the north.
I’m talking about these people who’ve ended up in one life instead of another and they are just so disappointed. Do you know what I mean?
It's like the corporate world's full of ghosts … maybe a fairer way of putting this would be to say that adulthood's full of ghosts … these people who've ended up in one life instead of another and th...
I think people like him think work is supposed to be drudgery punctuated by very occasional moments of happiness, but when I say happiness, I mostly mean distraction. You know what I mean?No, please e...
He woke to quiet voices. This had been happening more and more lately, this nodding off unexpectedly, and it left him with an unsettled intimation of rehearsal. You fall asleep for short periods and t...
He found he was a man who repented almost everything, regrets crowding in around him like moths to a light.