We are all insane. But how do you distinguish sanity from insanity, how do you diagnose abnormality in this new world?
Under the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.
Under the ground seep the toxins of the population that lives above. If you have to, you will eat roots and earthworms. It is always night. Candles burn in lanterns made from tin cans. When it is nigh...
There’s nowhere to escape, Dobey said, jamming his hands into his pockets and staring into the Valley.That’s not true, baby, said Desiree.She took his hands and pulled him to her, wrapping her legs ar...
The wishes might not come true the way you think they will, not everything will be perfect, but love will come because it always does, because why else would it exist and it will make everything hurt...
The night was a rush of steaming pasta, wet irises, Italian leathers, swaddled beggars, skulking boys, sulking girls, garbage piles, pretzel vendors.
The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leathery covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in yo...
My mother said, kiss him, darling, it's easy so natural and I thought to myself, not with lips of stone, dear mother, not with lips of stone
Maybe her own tears were the poison that made her grow.
Hopefully, when you are young, you discover something called love, which is really just another name for going home.
He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.
At the next Goat Guys show, the band came on stage with their wings, their haunches, their horns. The audience swooned at their feet.Cherokee spun and spun until she was dizzy, until she was not sure...
Like pretty'what would it be like if i thought i was prettywhat would it be like if i carriedthat knowledge aroundlike i do the knowledge that i am a writerpretty like peonies pretty like satin pretty...
You try to decide if you should take this as a message of endings. Or beginnings.
Why else were we here except to love?
When we don’t lay claim to our creative impulse to share what we believe to be true about ourselves and the world around us, an agony festers from self-diminishment, and another thorn is added to the...
Under the twinkling trees was a table covered with Guatemalan fabric, roses in juice jars, wax rose candles from Tijuana and plates of food — Weetzie's Vegetable Love-Rice, My Secret Agent Lover Man's...
Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you on this earth. Sometimes you catch them.
She was free, still, like a child, the way it is before you are seen and then after that you can never remember who you are unless someone else shows it to you.
She had changed him. The ice was in his eyes and in his heart, like he had predicted with that song, but now they were deep embedded there, all the pain of the world. Not pain to make you feel for som...