Time passes, but sometimes it beats the shit out of you as it goes.
They were the rumors that might follow any rich man who stayed to himself, Virgil thought, and who at the same time was thoroughly hated.
They both knew what they were thinking, though neither said it: Taryn Grant had what it took to be president. She had the business background, she understood economics and finance, she had the money w...
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...
THEY WALKED UP TO the front door, rang the bell. Del scratched his neck and looked at the yellow bug light and said, I feel like a bug. You look like a bug. You fall down out there? About four times....
TARYN GRANT, DEMOCRATIC CANDIDATE for the U.S. Senate, suffered from narcissistic personality disorder, or so she’d been told by a psychologist in her third year at the Wharton School. He’d added, I w...
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...
She had to think seriously about Carver and Dannon. Dannon was well under control—he’d been her security man for four years, and for all four years had hungered for her. Not just for sex. He was in lo...
Schiffer recoiled: Oh, Jesus Christ, Taryn, don’t give me a heart attack, she said, clutching at her chest. Remember: no sense of humor. How many times do I have to tell you that: No sense of humor. H...
Never been there, the Middle East, Qatar said vaguely.
I'm so horny the crack of dawn isn't safe.
I dream of an America where a chicken can cross the road without having its motives questioned.
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...
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...
First she got Jesus, probably fifteen years ago, and that didn’t work out, so she tried Scientology, and that didn’t help, but it cost a lot of money, so she tried Buddhism and yoga, and those didn’t...
Even thinking was hard.
Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?
Depression was to be feared—and he could feel it sniffing around outside his door, looking for a way in.
Argued that depression is a terrible word for the affliction. Should be called something like mindstorm. Still, Lucas’s intuition told him that mindstorms didn’t just show up: they needed something to...