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...
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...
My mother had always told her kids: If you’re about to do something, and you want to know if it’s a bad idea, imagine seeing it printed in the paper for all the world to see.
Los cerdos son criaturas extremadamente inteligentes y sociables, y esa intimidad forzada de cadena de montaje hace que a las cerdas madres les entren ganas de morirse. Cosa que hacen, en cuanto se le...
Look how your own dad treated you. Like a limp dick. But you get what you deserve, you know? I think you know that.
Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it,
Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts.
Libby was a Christmas baby, which meant she never got the right amount of presents. Patty would hold one extra gift aside—and Happy Birthday to Libby!—but they all knew the truth, Libby got ripped off...
La mesquinerie qui m'habite est aussi réelle qu'un organe. Si on me fendait le ventre, elle pourrait fort bien se glisser dehors, charnue et sombre, tomber par terre, et on pourrait sauter dessus à pi...
Jag äter chokladkakor och flyter i timmar omkring i poolen i solskenet, så att kloret i vattnet gör mitt skinn gummiartat som på en säl.
Jag har faktiskt känt mig sorgsen för min egen skull, då jag föreställt mig min slanka, nakna, bleka kropp där den flöt fram strax under strömvirvlarna på ytan, hur en klunga sniglar sugit sig fast vi...
I’ve thought about you a lot over these years, been wondering about you. That’s what you do in here … think and wonder. Every once in a while someone’ll write me about you. But it’s not the same.
I’ve suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.
I’ve always thought I could commit the perfect murder. People who get caught get caught because they don’t have patience; they refuse to plan.
Item 33: Get the fuck out of Dodge. Check, check, check.
It's easy to like pregnant women-they're like ducklings or bunnies or dogs. Still, it baffles me that these self-righteous, self-enthralled waddlers get such special treatment. As if it's so hard to s...
It's an insane, insane crime, a lot of it isn't going to make sense. That's why people are so obsessed with these murders. If they made any sense, they wouldn't really be mysteries, right?
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 Automat of characters.
It was that summer, too, that I began the cutting, and was almost as devoted to it as to my newfound loveliness. I adored tending to myself, wiping a shallow red pool of my blood away with a damp wash...
It was silly but incredibly sweet, these people spending so much energy trying to figure me out. The answer: I don't like cherries.