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 are a cheater. You have failed one of the most basic male tests. You are not a good man.' And when that didn't bother me, I thought: 'You're really not a good man.
Whenever I see news stories about children who were killed by their parents, I think: But how could it be? They cared enough to give this kid a name, they had a moment—at least one moment—when they si...
We’re on your side, but we need the truth. The only thing that makes you look bad is you holding out on us.
Wear this, don’t wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get a chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely, give up the things you love for me, so I will have proof that...
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 were the first human beings who would never see anythign for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull-eyed, underwhelmed.
We named the bar The Bar. People will think we’re ironic instead of creatively bankrupt, my sister reasoned.
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...
We are all overdressed in our little flashy frocks, our slasher heels, and we all eat small plates of food bites that are as decorative and unsubstantial as we are.
Vickery, a slim fellow in his early fifties, had already sweated through his uniform. His shirt clung to his chest, and his pants puckered out in back where an ass should have been.
Unremarkable, but with a brainy arrogance wafting from them.
Un oraş atât de sufocant şi de mic, încât zilnic te împiedicai de oameni pe care îi urai.
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.
To show don’t tell and all that other writery crap. (Adopted-orphan smile, I mean, that’s not bad, come on.)
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...
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?—
Three girls until, at last, their baby boy. As I sipped my bourbon and cracked peanuts, I pondered the growing desperation the Nashes must have felt each time a child popped out without a penis.
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,...
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...