We weren’t prejudiced against them. We wanted to include them in our society if they would only act normal!
They said nothing and our parents said nothing, so we sensed how ancient they were, how accustomed to trauma, depressions, and wars. We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was...
The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us.
The pains they took to make themselves smooth! The rashes the creams left! The futility of it all! The enemy, hair, was invincible. It was life itself.
So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.
She was a large, disordered woman, like a child's drawing that didn't stay within the lines.
She wanted out of that decorating scheme.
She could become a spinster, like Emily Dickinson, writing poems full of dashes and brilliance, and never gaining weight.
Pais supostamente legam características físicas aos filhos, mas acredito que todo tipo de outras coisas também: temas, cenários, até mesmo destinos.
Is there anything as incredible as the love story of your own parents? Anything as hard to grasp as the fact that those two over-the-hill players, permanently on the disabled list, were once in the st...
I never know what I feel until it’s too late.
I did what any loving, loyal daughter would have done who had been raised on a diet of Hercules movies.
Gathered in the folding chairs of the meeting room, they made a diverse group with the drug-addicted, a perfect democracy of collapse.
Ez is olyan, mint a képek a múzeumban – állapította meg –, csak arra próbálnak ürügyet találni, hogy meztelen nőket mutogassanak.
Elles nous avaient fait participer à leur folie, parce que nous ne pouvions faire autrement.
Dieting fooled you into thinking you could control your life.
Chunks of his life fell away, so that while we were moving ahead in time, he was moving back.
But maybe they understood more about life than I did. From an early age they knew what little value the world placed in books, and so didn't waste their time with them. Whereas I, even now, persist in...
But even as we make these conclusions we feel our throats plugging up, because they are both true and untrue. So much has been written about the girls in the newspapers, so much has been said over bac...
Often he had the impression that the person answering questions from the scratchy armchair was a dummy he was controlling, that this had been true throughout his life, and that his life had become so...