You're so hateful.- I learned at your feet.
The one thing I suspected about Jim Jeffreys was that he must be Christian, churchy—he had the patience and optimism of someone who thought Jesus was watching.)
إنني لست بخير، لكني سوف أكون بخير، لكنني الآن لا أشعر بأنني بخير
أشعر بأنني أفتقد منزلنا القديم. أفتقد الى كل النتوءات و الحواف، و التشققات الدقيقة التي تركتها فيه عقود من الزمنالزوجة المفقودة، ص150
Η χρεοκοπία ταίριαζε τέλεια με τον ψυχισμό μου. Επί σειρά ετών, βαριόμουν. Όχι όμως σαν κανένα κλαψιάρικο ανήσυχο παιδί (όχι ότι ήμουν υπεράνω κάτι τέτοιου), απεναντίας, αισθανόμουν μια πηχτή, αποπνικ...
Wall, hanging by the cords, when my phone finally rang. A bitchy voice on the other end demanded Amy’s first pet’s name. Woooonk-woooonk-woooonk!
Too serious, Amy, you’re too uptight, Amy, you overthink things, you analyze too much, you’re no fun anymore, you make me feel useless, Amy, you make me feel bad, Amy. He took away chunks of me with b...
Them since they were built. The old people sit, gray and pudding-like,
Stomach didn’t hurt the way it did with my wife—the constant dread of returning to my own home, where I wasn’t welcome.
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?—so
She smoked so much she smelled like tobacco even after a shower, like if she slit her skin, menthol vapor would ooze out. He’d come to like it, it smelled like comfort and home to him, the way warm br...
Now her stomach knotted as she remembered the Free-Lunch kids and her patronizing smiles toward them as they presented their dog-eared cards, and the steamy cafeteria ladies would call it out: Free Lu...
No entiendo por qué necesito demostrarte mi amor recordando exactamente las mismas cosas que tú, exactamente de la misma manera que las recuerdas tú.
Isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase? So
In the late ‘90s, the last gasp of the glory days, although no one knew it then. New York was packed with writers, real writers, because there were magazines, real magazines, loads of them. This was b...
He's always been moody. Even when he was a baby he was like a cat. All snuggly one second and then the next, he'd be looking at you like he had no idea who you were.
Four kids clambering up her, the smile was bigger, but hassled, and she was always leaning away from one of us. I picture her as constantly under siege by her children.
Being an only child—you grow up knowing you aren’t allowed to disappoint, you’re not even allowed to die. There isn’t a replacement toddling around; you’re it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, a...
You’d be my pariah, and I’d love you no matter what, and I’d shield you from everything, Desi said.
Your health is not a debt you just cancel. The body collects, Camille.