Weird that a house so new could feel haunted, and not in the romantic Victorian-novel way, just really gruesomely, shittily ruined.
We were the two unlikeliest people to charm information out of someone. Stunted human beings who got awkward every time we tried to express ourselves.
We just want you to be happy.' Rand and Marybeth said that all the time, but they never explained how. So many lessons and opportunities and advantages, and they never taught me how to be happy.
We had spent years battling for control of our marriage, of our love story, our life story. I had been thoroughly, finally outplayed. I created a manuscript, and she created a life.
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...
This is the hardest part: waiting for stupid people to figure things out.
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.
They want you attractive but not slutty. For instance, in my real life I wear glasses, but I don’t when I’m in back because it’s distracting—they think you’re going to pull a Sexy Librarian act on the...
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...
They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow. Washed out, exhausted
There’s a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her. And finally: The important thing is she makes you really happy.
There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child—you grow up knowing you aren’t allowed to disappoint, you’re not even
The problem started long before that, of course. Problems always start long before you really, really see them.
The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it’s near. Midtongue.
The ones we picked? We didn’t call them marks, or prey or victims. We called them Tonys, because my dad was named Tony and he could never say no to anyone (although I assume he said no to my mom at le...
The Victorians, especially southern Victorians, needed a lot of room to stray away from each other, to duck tuberculosis and flu, to avoid rapacious lust, to wall themselves away from sticky emotion....
The Days were a clan that mighta lived long But Ben Day’s head got screwed on wrong That boy craved dark Satan’s power So he killed his family in one nasty hour Little Michelle he strangled in the nig...
That night at the Brooklyn party, I was playing the girl who was in style, the girl a man like Nick wants: the Cool Girl. Men always say that as the defining compliment, don't they? She's a cool girl....
Still, it baffles me that these self-righteous, self-enthralled waddlers get such special treatment. As if it’s so hard to spread your legs and let a man ejaculate between them. You know what is hard?...
Sometimes you need to get lost for a little.