Shit. Claire riffles through worst-case scenarios: The pay is in cocaine;
She was asleep, that blond hair swirled like butter on the pillow beneath her
Maybe it's ALWAYS the end of the world. Maybe you're alive for a while, and then you realize you're going to die, and that's such an insane thing to comprehend, you look around for answers and the onl...
Maybe all love is hopeless.
It was as if I was a character in a movie and the real action was about to start at any minute. But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life...
He thought it might be the most intimate thing possible, to fall asleep next to someone in the afternoon.
God, this life is a cold, brittle thing. And yet it’s all there is.
Divination of true nature. Of motivation. Of desirous hearts. I saw the whole world in a flash and I recognized it at once: We want what we want.
But aren't all great quests folly? El Dorado and the Fountain of Youth and the search for intelligent life in the cosmos-- we know what's out there. It's what that truly compels us. Technology may ha...
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 you know what I mean, Pasquale?
And if a moment exists only in one's perception anyway, then perhaps the rush of feeling he has now is THE MOMENT, and not merely its shadow.
Agent: This book doesn’t work. Shane: You mean, in your opinion. Agent: I mean in English).
Your parents don't get to tell your story. Your sisters don't. When he's old enough, even Pat doesn't get to tell your story. I'm your husband and I don't even get to tell it. So I don't care how love...
Who isn't crazy sometimes? Who hasn't driven around a block hoping a certain person will come out; who hasn't haunted a certain coffee shop, or stared obsessively at an old picture; who hasn't toiled...
This reminded him of Alvis Bender's contention that stories were like nations - Italy, a great epic poem, Britain, a thick novel, America, a brash motion picture in technicolor...
Sometimes, she said, what we want to do and what we must do are not the same. She put a hand on his shoulder. Pasqo, the smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will b...
People can handle an unjust world; it’s when the world becomes arbitrary and inexplicable that order breaks down.
Os hospitais tentam vender centros de parto, os infantários vendem amor, as escolas vendem sucesso... os vendedores de carros promovem o luxo, os conselheiros a autoestima, as massagistas oferecem fin...
Oh, the things she would say if she could--but it's a minefield of courtesies and manners, this dying business.
He found himself inhabiting the vast, empty plateau where most people live, between boredom and contentment.