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 not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to...
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.
Y si todos interpretamos un papel, es imposible que exista nada semejante a un compañero de alma porque lo que tenemos no son almas de verdad.
Women are fucking crazy. No qualifier: Not some women, not many women. Women are crazy.
Women are crazy. Go didn’t consider herself part of the general category of women, a word she used derisively.
With the Internet, Facebook, YouTube, there's no such thing as an unbiased jury anymore. No clean slate.
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.
Well, a little girl is more likely to trust a person who reminds her of her momma, right? Depends on what her momma’s like, I thought.
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 first human beings who would never see anythign for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull-eyed, underwhelmed.
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.
Uyku tıpkı bir kedi gibi. Sadece onu görmezden geldiğinde yanına yaklaşıyor.
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.
Two jobless grown-ups, we spent weeks wandering around our Brooklyn brownstone in socks and pajamas, ignoring the future, strewing unopened mail across tables and sofas, eating ice cream at ten A.M. a...
To show don’t tell and all that other writery crap. (Adopted-orphan smile, I mean, that’s not bad, come on.)