Pure talent and charisma and like gods they were terrible together. Awful. A gorgeous nightmare.
I could write for days about the disappointment of politics.
He puts his ear closer, against the door. Shit. Marvin Gaye. Marvin Gaye + Do Not Disturb = middle-aged people having sex.
But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start.
And on and on it goes, in a thousand directions, everything occurring at once, in a great storm of the present, of now - all those lovely wrecked lives.
A hole opened up and he had to know what was inside it. So he picked and picked until the hole was huge, and then everything sort of... fell in, him, his wife, his kid, and this fragile life they'd bu...
And thus the sewer is man’s greatest achievement, Carlo, the disposal of shit the apex of all this inventing and fighting and copulating).
It was curious what trying to speak English had done lately to his mind; it reminded him of studying poetry in college, words gaining and losing their meaning, overlapping with images, the curious ech...
On the street they moved with purpose, at different speeds but in straight lines, like a thousand bullets fired at a thousand different angles from a thousand different guns. All of these people movin...
You can always spot the real thing, that affection; why does it always come from the wrong person?
Some memories remain close; you can shut your eyes and find yourself back in them. These are first-person memories—I memories. But there are second-person memories, too, distant you memories, and thes...
His life was two lives now: the life he would have and the life he would forever wonder about.
But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start. Do
And it’s a life with no shortage of moments to recommend it, a life that picks up speed like a boulder rolling down a hill, easy and natural and comfortable, and yet beyond control somehow; it all hap...
Life was a glorious catastrophe.
If I looked like you, Debra, I’d masturbate all the time
Happy to no longer expect the dead perfection of museum art, but embrace the sweet lovely mess that is real life.
You don't really want my side of the story. You don't want to understand me, know me, to crawl inside of my head. You don't want to feel the things I've felt. You just want to know that one thing: why...
Yes, what is it like? Certainly not like she dreamed. But maybe that's okay. We want what we want. At home, she works herself into a frenzy worrying about what she isn't--and perhaps loses track of ju...
YOU CAN SEE FOR MILES in both directions from the point on Ruby Ridge. From here, the paths of the Weaver family and the federal government seem inevitable, trucks barreling toward each another on a o...