Amy. Please. He has that look, like I am being unreasonable, like he is so sure I am being unreasonable that I wonder if I am.
Amy's basically exploiting the sociopath's most reliable maxim. The bigger the lie, the more they believe it.
Americans like what is easy, and it's easy to like pregnant women - they're like ducklings or bunnies or dogs. Still, it baffles me that these self-righteous, self-enthralled waddlers get such special...
A veces sienta bien joder a alguien. En vez de que siempre lo jodan a uno
A veces creo que la enfermedad yace agazapada en el interior de todas las mujeres, esperando el momento oportuno para aflorar... He conocido a tantísimas mujeres «enfermas» en mi vida... Enfermas, más...
6-0-0. It felt different. I rarely woke at such a rounded time. I was a man of jagged risings: 8:43, 11:51, 9:26. My life was alarmless.
I am stuck here on earth, and every day is a chance to be less than perfect.
Midwesterners love two liters of soda, always two liters, and you pour them into big red plastic Solo cups, always).
É impossível competir com os mortos. Eu gostaria de conseguir parar de tentar.
Being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to being a shallow person.
You two worshipful, adoring assholes created that thing down the hall and set her loose on the world.
When a child knows that young that her mother doesn't care for her, bad things happen.
When I was fourteen, I thought a lot about killing myself—it’s a hobby today, but at age fourteen it was a vocation. On a September morning, just after school started, I’d gotten Diane’s .44 Magnum an...
What do I say to a man who knows how I think and still sleeps next to me with the lights off?
We named the bar The Bar. People will think we’re ironic instead of creatively bankrupt, my sister reasoned.
We had no clue that we were embarking on careers that would vanish within a decade.
Was I good at caring for Amma because of kindness? Or did I like caring for Amma because I have Adora's sickness? I waver between the two, especially at night, when my skin begins to pulse.Lately I've...
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,...
This is the hardest part: waiting for stupid people to figure things out. I