Clean and bleed. Bleed and clean.
But there’s no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.
But the sight of it actually does something to you, makes you less human. Like watching a rape and saying nothing.
But everyone buys bulk because—unlike Manhattanites—they all have space to store twenty-four jars of sweet pickles. And—unlike Manhattanites—they all have uses for twenty-four jars of sweet pickles.
But I wasn't a well-read bookworm; I was just a dumb whore in the right library.
But I lack formal education. So I’m left with the feeling that I’m smarter than everyone around me but that if I ever got around really smart people—people who went to universities and drank wine and...
But I know I'll never sleep again. I can't close my eyes when I'm next to her. It's like sleeping with a spider.
Before Amy and I got serious, got engaged, got married, I would get glimpses of Go’s thoughts in a sentence here or there. It’s funny, I can’t quite get a bead on her, like who she really is. And: You...
At some point, Len was going to make a real pass at her, forcing her to make a real decision, and the game was so pathetic it made her want to weep. The hunter and the hunted, but it was like a bad na...
As we move forward with the investigation, we can only hope that Amy comes back to us. Her story must continue. The world is ready for a new chapter.
And yet, I felt it too: the house. Not necessarily malevolent, but...mindful. I could feel it studying me, does that make sense? It crowded me. One day, I was wiping down the floorboards, and suffered...
And before he leans in, he brushes the sugar from my lips so he can taste me.
And I didn't realize. I didn't take into account. Just. You know, this is real to you. I mean, I know that, we know that, but we don't at the same time. We really just never will. I don't think. Total...
Amy's basically exploiting the sociopath's most reliable maxim. The bigger the lie, the more they believe it.
Amy knew that was what I had loved most about us back when I loved us: not the big moments, not the Romantic with capital-R moments, but our secret inside jokes.
Amma and I were sick just like Marian. It had to be made that obvious to me before I finally understood—nearly twenty years too late.
Americans like what is easy, and 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...
A veces sienta bien joder a alguien. En vez de que siempre lo jodan a uno
A veces creo que la enfermedad yace agazapada en el interior de todas las mujeres, esperando el momento oportuno para aflorar... He conocido a tantísimas mujeres «enfermas» en mi vida... Enfermas, más...
6-0-0. It felt different. I rarely woke at such a rounded time. I was a man of jagged risings: 8:43, 11:51, 9:26. My life was alarmless.