We always seem to be on the eve of destruction. And we always seem to get through it. Maybe we all survive the destruction we have wrought.
We all play God every day. When a woman buys a new pair of expensive shoes, she could have spent that same money feeding someone who was starving. In a sense, those shoes mean more to her than a life....
Watch out for people who belong in your past. Don’t let ’em back in your life.
Trust is like that. You can break it for a good reason. But it still remains broken.
This was life though, wasn’t it? Death made you crave life. The world is nothing but a bunch of thin lines separating what we think are extremes.
This pain is better than the pain of giving up on him. A mother doesn’t give up on her child. So I can live with the pain. I can’t live with giving up.
They would claim that she was either delusional or naïve to the point of a learning disability.
There are virtually no major life decisions you make that are not in some way based on your finances.
The other: Oh my God, we were like so wasted. From beer? Beer and shots, yeah. How did you get home? Randy drove. At the top of the stairs, Myron stiffened.
The missing girl—there had been unceasing news reports, always flashing to that achingly ordinary school portrait of the vanished teen, you know the one, with the rainbow-swirl background, the girl's...
The media, an entity with the collective attention span of a Twinkie-filled two-year-old, immediately focused on this shiny new toy, kicking the old one under the bed. Carlson
The house had the stale smell of a grandparent. When you’re a kid, the smell gives you the creeps; when you’re an adult, you want to bottle it and let it out with a cup of cocoa on a bad day.
Natalie had what I'd call a slow beauty, the kind you don't really notice at first and then it knocks you back and grows on you and she gets more beautiful every time you see her and then you can't be...
Myron likes to say that even the ugliest truth is better than the prettiest of lies.
Manhattan scene—you are surrounded and yet you find solace; you find isolation in the tornado of people.
Its funny how you can let yourself forget for seconds, how even in the heat of the horrible, you can have moments when you fool yourself into thinking it might all be okay
I look at her, then at Tasha, and I feel the wondrous blend of bliss and fear. They--bliss and fear--are constant companions. Rarely does one venture out without the other.
Hope could be a wonderful thing. But hope could crush you anew every single day. Hope could be the cruelest thing in the world.
Guys who always shined their shoes were usually self-involved asswipes who figure superficiality trumps substance.
Genius is a curse. That's how I look at it. Some think that the brilliant comprehend the universe in a way the rest of us can't. They see the world how it truly is—and that reality is so horrible the...