They have no harsh edges with each other, no spiny conflicts, they ride through life like conjoined jellyfish - expanding and contracting instinctively, filling each other's spaces liquidly.
They pictured themselves dashing around Manhattan, latte in one hand, cell phone in the other, adorably breaking a designer heel while hailing a cab.
They would not be good for marital advice: They are soul mates, remember? They are all peaks, no valleys – a single, infinite burst of marital ecstasy. I can’t tell them I am screwing up the one thing...
Things may not be great, but things will be okay.
Think about it, Nick,we know each other. Better than anyone in the world now.’It was true that I’d had this feeling too, in the past month, when Iwasn’t wishing Amy harm. It would come to me at strang...
Third choice is a single woman who has that open look. You know it : The same woman you stop to ask for directions or the time of day, that's the woman we ask for money.
Thirteen years old, I thought to myself, but I felt a spear of admiration for the girl. When I’d been sad, I hurt myself. Amma hurt other people. When I’d wanted attention, I’d submitted myself to boy...
This man might kill me.
This morning he was stroking my hair and asking what else he could do for me, and I said: My gosh, Nick, why are you so wonderful to me?He was supposed to say: YOU DESERVE IT. I LOVE YOU. But he said,...
This was back when the Internet was still some exotic pet kept in the corner of the publishing world—throw some kibble at it, watch it dance on its little leash, oh quite cute, it definitely won’t kil...
Three minutes, so I turned on the radio and of course it was a Tom Petty song—is there ever a time you turn on the radio and don’t hear a Tom Petty song?—
Throwing things near her but not exactly at her. I’m sure he told himself: I never hit her. I’m sure because of this technicality he never saw himself as an abuser. But he turned our family life into...
To pretend to be calm is to be calm, in a way.
To show don’t tell and all that other writery crap. (Adopted-orphan smile, I mean, that’s not bad, come on.)
Two jobless grown-ups, we spent weeks wandering around our Brooklyn brownstone in socks and pajamas, ignoring the future, strewing unopened mail across tables and sofas, eating ice cream at ten A.M. a...
Uma cidade tão sufocante e pequena que todos os dias você esbarrava em pessoas que odiava. Pessoas que sabiam coisas sobre você. É o tipo de lugar que deixa marcas.
Un montón de gente carece de ese don: el de saber cuándo desaparecer de la puta vista. A la gente le encanta hablar y yo nunca he sido muy hablador. Mantengo un monólogo interno, pero las palabras a m...
Un oraş atât de sufocant şi de mic, încât zilnic te împiedicai de oameni pe care îi urai.
Unremarkable, but with a brainy arrogance wafting from them.
We are all working from the same dog-eared script. It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless...
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