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...
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?
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...
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...
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.
As the liquid paper’s fumes quell his brain activity, Jack finds himself staring ather again and what he thinks is this: Wow.
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.
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.
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.
Imagination is a place where all the important answers live.
It’s pretty hard not to like her, he says. Even whenyou know you shouldn’t.
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.
A fragrance of cold rose petals and copper. Like flowers in your bloody throat.
Мир полон зла ровно настолько, насколько мы это ему позволяем.
This man has the same kind of charm, the kind that suggests weakness, the kind that indicates how sad he will always make her feel. There is something dependable, unfailing in this sort of sadness.
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...
A place of a king of quiet villainy and secret lust. A place where the dirty dreams of every twelve-year-old man-child were visible on the bus station’s bathroom walls in hand-scrawled tattoos of ladi...
Madeline decides Jonathan is an immature, selfish asshole and that she is never talking to him again.