If your writing doesn't keep you up at night, it won't keep anyone else up either
He was enthusiastic about everything, but when she came in with the pie he grew positively lyrical.
A year and a half had indeed made some changes in Veda's appearance. She was still no more than medium height, but her haughty carriage made her seem taller. The hips were as slim as ever, but had tak...
I understood it now, understood a lot of things I had never understood before. And mostly I understood what a woman could mean to a man. Before, she had been a pair of eyes, and a shape, something to...
En realidad, lo único que quise en este mundo fue a ella. Pero eso es bastante. No creo que muchas mujeres consigan ni siquiera eso.
A receptionist is a lazy dame that can’t do anything on earth, and wants to sit out front where everybody can watch her do it. She’s the one in the black silk dress, cut low in the neck and high in th...
Yes, it was rape, but only technical, brother, only technical. Above the waist, maybe she was worried about the sacrilegio, but from the waist down she wanted me, bad. There couldn't be any doubt abou...
There was something unnatural, a little unhealthy, about the way she inhaled Veda's smell as she dedicated the rest of her life to this child who had been spared.
She has something in her that I thought I had, and now I find I haven’t. Pride, or whatever it is. Nothing on earth could make Veda do what I’m going to do.
O.K.Gee I'm glad.Me too. I'm so sick of hot dogs and beer and apple pie with cheese on the side I could heave it all in the river.You'll love it, Frank. We'll get a place up in the mountains, where it...
I kissed her. Her eyes were shining up at me like two blue stars. It was like being in church.
If he can write a book at all, a writer cannot do it by peeping over his shoulder at somebody else, any more than a woman can have a baby by watching some other woman have one. It is a genital process...
Under those blue pajamas was a shape to set a man nuts . . . .
She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that night.
Mildred sat quite still, and when she heard Veda drive off she was consumed by a fury so cold that it almost seemed as though she felt nothing at all. It didn't occur to her that she was acting less l...
I loved her like a rabbit loves a rattlesnake
Her hair, which was a coppery red, and her eyes, which were light blue like her mother’s, were all the more vivid by contrast with the scramble of freckles and sunburn which formed her complexion.
I write of the wish that comes true--for some reason, a terrifying thought.
With this money I can get away from you. From you and your chickens and your pies and your kitchens and everything that smells of grease. I can get away from this shack with its cheap furniture, and t...
They threw me off the haytruck about noon.