One could drown in irrelevance.
What was it with men, that they found elementary logic so difficult?
Bernard was to remember this moment for the rest of his life. As they drank from their water bottles he was struck by the recently concluded war not as a historical, geopolitical fact but as a multipl...
She raised one hand and flexed its fingers and wondered, as she had sometimes before, how this thing, this machine for gripping, this fleshy spider on the end of her arm, came to be hers, entirely at...
Revenge may be exacted a hundred times over in one sleepless night. The impulse, the dreaming intention, is human, normal, and we should forgive ourselves. But the raised hand, the actual violent enac...
Everyone knew as much as they needed to know to be happy.
What reader wants to be told what attitude to strike?
When anything can happen, everything matters.
Nothing was to be lost by beginning at the beginning...
It's beautiful here and we're still unhappy
All day we've witnessed each other's crimes. You killed no one today? But how many did you leave to die?
The world should take note: not everything is getting worse.
Don't leave me here with my mind, I thought.
Either I've always spoken to her from the heart in times like this, or I never have and I don't know what it means.
Don't unpack your heart. One detail tells the truth.
Come back, come back to me
When love dies and marriage lies in ruins, the first casualty is honest memory, decent, impartial recall of the past. Too inconvenient, too damning of the present. It's the spectre of old happiness at...
There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die.
She loved him, though not at this particular moment.
Self-consciousness is the destroyer of erotic joy.