The first impression one gets of Michael Deane is of a man constructed of wax, or perhaps prematurely embalmed. After all these years, it may be impossible to trace the sequence of facials, spa treatm...
Stories are bulls. Writers come of age full of vigor, and they feel the need to drive the old stories from the herd. One bull rules the herd awhile but then he loses his vigor and the young bulls take...
Make them want to give you the thing you're taking.
His life was two lives now: the life he would have and the life he would forever wonder about.
Couldn't you outgrow the little-girl fantasy? Couldn't love be gentler, smaller, quiter, not quite all-consuming?
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.
Be confident and the world responds to your confidence, rewards your faith.
All we have is the story we tell.
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...
The more you lived the more regret and longing you suffered, that life was a glorious catastrophe
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...
Happy to no longer expect the dead perfection of museum art, but embrace the sweet lovely mess that is real life.
Then we'll make a deal, you and me. We'll do and say exactly what we mean. And to hell with what anyone thinks about it. If we want to smoke, we'll smoke, if we want to swear, we'll swear. How does th...
Sometimes what we want to do and what we must do are not the same.
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...
He thought it might be the most intimate thing possible, to fall asleep next to someone in the afternoon.
He found himself in habiting the vast, empty plateau where most people live, between boredom and contentment.
Don't ever say that after sex, do you understand? If you feel the urge to say it, go see the girl first thing in the morning, with her night breath and no makeup...watch her on the toilet...listen to...
Caroline was struck by just how close twenty-four feet really is, how little space really exists between us. Of course they were different, Lenny Ryan’s shooting of the pawnbroker, her own shooting of...
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