I tell you everything. Nothing that matters.
He'd lost track of what he wanted, and since who a person was what a person wanted, you could say that he'd lost track of himself.
He wanted this someone to see how much he hurt.
He became another data point in the American experiment of self-government, an experiment statistically skewed from the outset, because it wasn't the people with sociable genes who fled the crowded Ol...
An accident of brain development stacked the deck against children: the mother had three or four years to fuck with your head before your hippocampus began recording lasting memories. You’d been talki...
Няма по-сигурна победа над бащата от смъртта.
В същината си женските тела бяха напълно еднакви, но това не изключваше многообразието им - по същия начин не биваше да се отчайва и от еднаквостта на градивните елементи на популярната музика, акорди...
There are few things harder to imagine than other people’s conversations about yourself.
Him under house arrest was in his head. Hearing
Without privacy there was no point in being an individual.
Walking is broken falls, the body leaning, the legs advancing to catch it.
Two empty hours were a sinus in which infections bred.
There were a thousand things she wanted from life, and since few were available at home [...], she had forcibly channeled all her wanting into the numbered days, the mayfly lifetime, that the luxury c...
There was such a relative paucity of smells in California that the interconnectedness of all possible smells was not apparent. She
The rage inside him was titanic. How to keep from exploding? What a relief exploding was.
The country that minutely followed every phony turn of American Idol while the world went up in flames seemed to Walter fully deserving of whatever nightmare future awaited it. He
The cabin was dark. Inside it was the sound of her childhood, the patter of rain on a roof that consisted only of shingle and bare boards, no insulation or ceiling. She associated the sound with her m...
The advisors, on the other hand, were like older brothers and sisters. My favorite was Bill Symes, who'd been a founding member of Fellowship in 1967. He was in his early twenties now and studying rel...
That this was what jail was for: people who believed that they, rather than society, made the rules.
Stevia does something funny to the chemistry of my mouth. There’s no fooling a taste bud, in my experience.