Things may not be great, but things will be okay.
They’re baffled by my singleness. A smart, pretty, nice girl like me, a girl with so many interests and enthusiasms, a cool job, a loving family. Andlet’s say it: money. They knit their eyebrows and p...
They would not be good for marital advice: They are soul mates, remember? They are all peaks, no valleys – a single, infinite burst of marital ecstasy. I can’t tell them I am screwing up the one thing...
They say you can litter-box train them, but they lie.
They pictured themselves dashing around Manhattan, latte in one hand, cell phone in the other, adorably breaking a designer heel while hailing a cab.
They have no harsh edges with each other, no spiny conflicts, they ride through life like conjoined jellyfish – expanding and contracting instinctively, filling each other’s spaces liquidly. Making it...
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 miles of weak piss.
There’s something disturbing about not even bothering with a name. 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...
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's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.
The only line that pisses me off faster is when some drunk, ham-faced dude in a bar sees me trying to get past him and barks: Smile, it can’t be that bad! Yeah, actually, it can, jackwad.
The kid looked at me as if I’d just told a joke about his mother. ‘I don’t know, Mr Dunne, I’m sure they’re getting the details right now. The point is, your wife is safe.’Hurray. Kid stole my line.I...
The climax is when you are taught the lesson that Punch never learns, and you are caught and charged with murder.
The actual stuff my family owned, those boxes under my stairs, I can't quite bear to look at. I like other people's things better. They come with other people's history.
The Midwest is full of these types of people: the nice-enoughs. Nice enough but with a soul made of plastic--easy to mold, easy to wipe down.
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’s what he learned from his life so far: always aim smaller.
That's how I felt about this miserable quest: every person I talked to would let me down until I found the one person who could help me figure out that night.
That easy huh?You just have to decide to do it and then do it, she said. Discipline. Follow through. Like anything. You never understood that.
Strangling is the very definition of dominance. Slow-motion murder.