And as he feels himself falling asleep he has an insight he believes is important, which he hopes he will remember in the morning, although it is one of those thoughts that seldom survive translation...
Alex hadn't been clubbing in several years. After he and Lydia moved in together, the clubs lost their appeal. Now he felt the return of the old thrill, the anticipation of the hunt—the sense that the...
„Az élet nem áll meg, az emberek változnak, mondta Amanda. Őt ez tökéletesen kielégítette. Te magyarázatot akartál, szép kerek befejezést, a felelősség megállapításával, és jogos igazságszolgáltatássa...
Hate being alone, but when I wake up in some guy's bed with dry come on the sheets underneath me and he's snoring like a garbage truck, I go, let me out of here. I slip out and crawl around the floor...
You have friends who actually care about you and speak the language of the inner self. You have avoided them of late. Your soul is as disheveled as your apartment, and until you can clean it up a litt...
You feel that if only you could make yourself sit down at a typewriter you could give shape to what seems merely a chain reaction of pointless disasters.
Eventually you ascend the stairs to the street. You think of Plato's pilgrims climbing out of the cave, from the shadow world of appearances toward things as they really are, and you wonder if it is p...
A fejükben ez jár: Velem is megtörténhet?, és te szeretnéd megnyugtatni őket, hogy ez csakis a te hibád. Próbálják magukat a bőrödbe képzelni, csakhogy ez fogós feladat. Tegnap este Vicky a belső élmé...
Just outside the door you spot her: tall, dark and alone, half hidden behind a pillar on the edge of the dance floor. You approach laterally, moving your stuff like a Bad Spade through the slalom of a...