Just about killed ourselves out there in the dark, Carver said. He’s gone. Put a few concrete blocks on top of him, just in case. In case of what? Taryn asked, fascinated in spite of herself. Well . ....
If there were honorary degrees for assholes, he’d be a doctor of everything, Lily said.
I'm so horny the crack of dawn isn't safe.
I could live here, Del said. No, you couldn’t. You’d turn into a coot and hang out at the general store, with your fly down, Lucas said. You’d be known for goosing middle-aged women. You’d be the town...
He looked directly at Grant: I will tell them that I think you are guilty of the murder of three people and that you were the sponsor of the child-pornography smear, and that I think a person of your...
Haven’t seen so much screaming and yelling since I went to a goat-fuck out in South
Guy goes to the doc, and he says, ‘Doc, you gotta help me. I got this terrible headache. It feels like somebody is pounding a nail through my forehead. Like I got a big pair of pliers squeezing behind...
Focus on our ignorance. She didn’t quite grasp the concept. She’d never been ignorant.
DDT stood for Dangerous Darrell Thomas. Thomas had given himself the name when he was riding with a motorcycle club and was interviewed for a public radio magazine. The magazine writer got it wrong, t...
D. Wayne Sharf slid across Winky Butterfield’s pasture like a greased weasel headed for a chicken house.
California is like a Nazi state with palm trees
Stopped by the door
Depression was to be feared—and he could feel it sniffing around outside his door, looking for a way in.
We ain’t in California no more, Pilate said. Every fuckin’ body up here’s got a gun. Even that old lady in the hamburger shop, shot Michelle.
The day after the assignation with Barstad, the low stacked-heels of Charlotte Neumann, an ordained Episcopalian priest, author of New Art Modalities: Woman/Sin, Sin/Woman, S/in/ister, which, the week...
The Times, whose editorial portentousness approached traumatic constipation, tried to suppress its glee under the bushel basket of feigned sadness that another civil servant had been caught in a sexua...
THE DAY WAS PERFECT: low eighties, bluebird sky, the slightest touch of a breeze. If the Minnesota August lasted all year, nobody would live anywhere else.
She’d just come back when Marvel tapped the computer screen and said, See, what happened was, this guy, Representative Diller, got the licensing fees on semi-trailers reduced by about half, so they’d...
She shook her head. I don’t know the details, exactly, but he was a lobbyist for the Minnesota Apiary Association. You mean, archery? Jeff asked. No, apiary, Daddy. You know, honey bees. There was som...
I'll bring pajamas she said. Yeah? You have any idea how old I am? Not nearly as old as you're gonna be by midnight.