Kristin nods, marching ahead of Clark, who gazes as the impossible smallness of Kristin’s ankles and feet. Years later, while imprisoned for drug charges, he will think of those tiny feet and know he...
After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from y...
I was a shy kid and I was afraid what I said sounded stupid, so I hardly ever said anything. I was the third wheel. Fifth wheel? I was the fucking wheel you didn't really need, but I still hung around...
Slow as your own dubious grace.
We’re adults, he says quickly. I’m only here to work. I won’t bother you or anything.Fine, she says. Great.Great, he repeats.We’re too good of work friends anyways.We are?I mean, we’re probably too mu...
I was just going to stand here and watch it happen. I wasn’t going to say a fucking thing. Why? Because what did it matter? What did any of it matter?
I told you why. If I don’t do it now, I never will. I’ll just be some office drone ten years fromnow, wishing I had done something interesting at least once in my life.
How’s life?That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard.
She puts away four small plastic cups of red wine and then stares at a painting of a topless girl with a large silver sword for a half hour and then she begins to think: You call this art? This isn’t...
Jack: Well, I've never been to New York, but I hear it's for assholes. Odile: It's not.Jack: Well, that's what I heard. Cool people don't live there anymore, They all live here. In Chicago.
It’s pretty hard not to like her, he says. Even whenyou know you shouldn’t.
Go to a goddamn priest if you wanna be lied to. I've seen too many of your kind slip back inside to fool myself. If you wanna think you're a new man, hell, that's fine. But don't think you're looking...
For years, Thisbe will later think of that one moment in the field as the only time she was ever sure about anything in her life.
As the liquid paper’s fumes quell his brain activity, Jack finds himself staring ather again and what he thinks is this: Wow.
Мир полон зла ровно настолько, насколько мы это ему позволяем.
I don’t think I’m special. I want you to know that, Odile says sharply. I don’t think I’m better than everybody else.
And it's exactly what's wrong with the radio. It's like...anything that tries to appeal to everybody always ends up sounding so cheap.
People are just greedy animals, after all.
It is no parlor trick: There is a skull and, in the dark, it is glowing. Somehow it is now floating above us all. Listen: The skull is speaking. It is saying your name. It knows about you and your fav...
In our town there is a secret spot where you can still see the stars at night, believe it or not. It is the only spot like that left, unclouded by the dwindling skyscrapers rising nearby. It is a good...