No estoy seguro de que, llegados a este punto, sigamos siendo realmente humanos, al menos aquellos de nosotros que somos como la mayoría de nosotros: los que crecimos con la televisión y el cine y aho...
Richard wanted to take me to all the town's secret places, the nooks only the locals knew about. Places where people meet to screw or smoke dope, where teens drink, or folks go to sit by themselves an...
They pictured themselves dashing around Manhattan, latte in one hand, cell phone in the other, adorably breaking a designer heel while hailing a cab, and falling into the arms of a charming, disarming...
You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It’s finally arrived.
Nick’s cell phone rings at ten A.M., and I can tell by his voice that it is Go. He sounds springy, boyish, the way he always does when he talks to her. The way he used to sound with me. He heads into...
You two are the most fucked-up people I have ever met, and I specialize in fucked-up people.
I could build my days around charity committees and home decoration and gardening and volunteering, and I don't think there's anything wrong with building a life around those things. Most beautiful, g...
You were the best man you’ve ever been with me. And you know it. The only time in your life you’ve ever liked yourself was pretending to be someone I might like. Without me? You’re just your dad.
Republicans go to Sam’s Club, Democrats go to Costco. But everyone buys bulk because—unlike Manhattanites—they all have space to store twenty-four jars of sweet pickles.
Writers (my kind of writers: aspiring novelists, ruminative thinkers, people whose brains don't work quick enough to blog or link or tweet, basically old, stubborn blowhards) were through. We were lik...
Nick and I, we sometimes laugh, laugh out loud, at the horrible things women make their husbands do to prove their love. The pointless tasks, the myriad sacrifices, the endless small surrenders. We ca...
Porque no se puede estar tan enamorados como lo estuvimos nosotros sin que ese amor te invada hasta el tuétano. Nuestro amor puede entrar en remisión, pero siempre sigue ahí, esperando para regresar....
His name is Nick. I love it. It makes him seem nice, and regular, which he is. When he tells me his name, I say, Now, that’s a real name. He brightens and reels off some line: Nick’s the kind of guy y...
You just want an excuse to stay,’ she whispered. ‘You two, you’re fucking addicted to each other. You are literally going to be a nuclear family, you do know that? You will explode. You will fucking d...
Y en aquel momento quise besarla, tal como la había besado la primera vez: entrechocando los dientes, su cara ladeada frente a la mía, haciéndome cosquillas en los brazos con el pelo, un beso húmedo y...
I don't have anything else to add. I just wanted to make sure I had the last word. I think I've earned that.
She defines and eliminates problems. She’s practical in an evil way.
I don't know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with movies and TV and now the internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a lo...
You guys not closed?' she asked. 'We are the definition of not close.
I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl.
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