You have a bad memory for details. You can tell her the date of the Spanish Armada, but you couldn’t even guess at the balance of your checkbook.
He looks out the window at the falling snow, then turns and takes his wife in his arms, feeling grateful to be here even as he wonders what he is going to do with his life in strictly practical terms....
Your brain at this moment is composed of brigades of tiny Bolivian soldiers. They are tired and muddy from their long march through the night. There are holes in their boots and they are hungry. They...
You never stopped thinking of yourself as a writer biding his time in the Department of Factual Verification. But between the job and the life there wasn't much time left over for emotion recollected...
You are the stuff of which consumer profiles – American Dream: Educated Middle-Class Model – are made. When you're staying at the Plaza with your beautiful wife, doesn't it make sense to order the bes...
You are the kind of guy who always hopes for a miracle at the last minute.
Lassan kell járnod. Újra kell tanulnod mindent.
He belonged to the new breed of male epicureans who viewed cooking as a competitive sport, and pursued it with the same avidity that others had for fly-fishing or golf, with the attendant fetishizatio...
Rosania says. To keep them to myself would be unimaginable. Wine is meant to be shared. It’s a refreshing attitude, particularly if you are on the receiving end of it. The night before the auction I p...
Did you know that ninety percent of your average household dust is composed of human epidermal matter? That's skin, to you.Perhaps this explains your sense of Amanda's omnipresence. She has left her s...
Things happen, people change,' is what Amanda said. For her that covered it. You wanted an explanation, and ending that would assign blame and dish up justice. You considered violence and you consider...
The problem is, for some reason you think you are going to meet the kind of girl who is not the kind of girl who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning.
The night has already turned on that imperceptible pivot where two a.m. changes to six a.m.
From the window, Luke looked out over the water towers of Fifth Avenue to the park, studying the senescence of the daylight, which seemed almost viscous, ready to coagulate—trying to register that per...
You have always wanted to be a writer. Getting the job at the magazine was only your first step toward literacy celebrity. You used to write what you believed to be urbane sketches infinitely superior...
The intercom buzzes while you're changing your shirt. You push the Talk button: Who is it? Narcotics squad. We're soliciting donations for children all over the world who have no drugs.
Something changed. Somewhere along the line you stopped accelerating.
Semmihez sincs igazán kedved, mígnem felmerül benned az írás gondolata. A gyötrődés állítólag az írás nyersanyaga. Írhatnál egy könyvet. Úgy érzed, csak össze kellene szedned magad, hogy leülj az íróg...
It's like, you can't trust anybody, and if somebody you know doesn't fuck you over it's just because the price of selling you down the river was never high enough.
I'd like to have the kind of house someday where a carousel horse wouldn't be out of place in the living room.