The Days were a clan that mighta lived longBut Ben Day’s head got screwed on wrongThat boy craved dark Satan’s powerSo he killed his family in one nasty hourLittle Michelle he strangled in the nightTh...
I am overachieving at aimlessness, I am a type-A, alpha-girl lollygagger, the leader of a gang of heartbroken kids, running wild across this lonely strip of amusements, each of us smarting from the be...
Nick and I fit together. I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab woun...
Because every morning you have to wake up and be you.
The quotes were good, if overpolished. I find this common, and in direct proportion to the amount of TV a subject watches. Not long ago, I interviewed a woman whose twenty-two-year-old daughter had ju...
It never takes much for me to lose patience. The phrase 'fuck you' may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it’s near. Midtongue.
Marrow-deep embarrassment, the kind that becomes part of your DNA, that changes you.
If you own a bar on your own, you're a player; if you own it with your beloved twin sister, you're–Irish.
I was not a lovable child, and I’d grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it’d be a scribble with fangs. IT
I have never been a nag. I have always been rather proud of my un-nagginess. So it pisses me off, that Nick is forcing me to nag. I am willing to live with a certain amount of sloppiness, of laziness,...
He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days, weeks, at a time, making the air humid, hard to breathe, my father stalking around with his lower jaw jutting out, giv...
Every tragedy that happens in the world happens to my mother, and this more than anything about her turns my stomach. She worries over people she’s never met who have a spell of bad chance. She cries...
– you always do the little fib if you think it will avoid a real argument. You’ve always gone the easy way. Tell Mom you went to baseball practice when you really quit the team; tell Mom you went to c...
So you can see why the whole hand-job thing felt like a natural career progression.
Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.
O sono é como um gato: ele só vem quando você o ignora.
Millions of dollars later, and neither of them were happy. Money is wasted on the rich. We
Maybe I’d grow a garden of weeds.
Lately, I've been leaning towards kindness.- Camille Preaker
I’ve actually felt sad for myself, picturing my slim, naked, pale body, floating just beneath the current, a colony of snails attached to one bare leg, my hair trailing like seaweed until I reach the...