That’s the way plants down here work: The Mexicans get the shittiest, most dangerous jobs, and the whites still complain.
Su cerebro es tan complejo que nunca trabaja únicamente a un nivel. Es como un yacimiento arqueológico interminable: cuando crees que has alcanzado la última capa y dejas caer el pico por última vez,...
See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you I was.
Really, dude? How do you get through life without breaking something? Your mom wrap you in bubble wrap?
People behaved mostly well and then they died.
On a September morning, just after school started, I'd gotten Diane's .44 Magnum and held it, babylike, in my lap for hours. What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spiri...
No one saves an e-mail, because it's so inherently impersonal. I worry about posterity in general. All the great love letters - from Simone de Beauvoir to Sartre, from Samuel Clemens to his wife, Oliv...
My wife was crazy. I was married to a crazy woman. It's every asshole's mantra: I married a psycho bitch. But I got a small, nasty bite of gratification: I really did marry a genuine, bona fide psycho...
My story for the day was a limp sort of evil.
Most sows are repeatedly inseminated, brood after brood, till their bodies give way and they go to slaughter. But while they’re still useful, they’re made to nurse—strapped to their sides in a farrowi...
Most beautiful, good things are done by women people scorn.
Just like Nick, who destroyed and rejected the real me a piece at a time – you’re too serious, Amy, you’re too uptight, Amy, you overthink things, you analyze too much, you’re no fun anymore, you make...
It's not easy, pairing yourself off with someone forever. It's an admirable thing, and I'm glad you're both doing it, but, boy-oh-girl-oh, there will be days you wish you'd never done it. And those wi...
I went into Andie’s bathroom, took a piss, looked at myself in the mirror, and made myself say it: You are a cheater. You have failed one of the most basic male tests. You are not a good man. And when...
I thought being home might do you good, but … I forget sometimes parents aren’t always … good for their kids.
I take a giant breath, roll my anger up into a red rubber ball, and mentally kick it out into space.
I suppose it's not a compromise if only one of you considers it such, but that was what our compromises tended to look like. One of us was always angry.
I stared back—cows are the few animals that really seem to see you.
I spent the rest of my day picturing how I’d kill Amy. It was all I could think of: finding a way to end her. Me smashing in Amy’s busy, busy brain. I had to give Amy her due: I may have been dozing t...
I have a guy in my office—sensitive. When I got passed over for a promotion, he suggested I sue for discrimination. I wasn’t discriminated against, I was a mediocre reporter. And sometimes drunk women...