Sheets of rain were ripping themselves on the apple trees outside the window.
She, for her part, was accustomed to my leavings and didn't complain too much. But she still felt about me what she'd always felt, which was what I wouldn't really feel about her until after she was g...
She had a lifetime of practice at arriving late in a family of four and being loved by all.
Patty começou a chorar por motivos que se sentia triste demais para examinar.
Nature even on the most local of scales made a mockery of information technology. Even augmented by tech, the human brain was paltry, infinitesimal, in comparison to the universe.
Life, in her experience, had a kind of velvet luster. You looked at yourself from one perspective and all you saw was weirdness. Move your head a little bit, though, and everything looked reasonably n...
La differenza è che gli uccelli uccidono solo perché devono mangiare. Non lo fanno con rabbia, non lo fanno senza motivo. Non è una cosa nevrotica. Per me è questo che rende la natura un luogo pacific...
It’s all circling around the same problem of personal liberties, Walter said. People came to this country for either money or freedom. If you don’t have money, you cling to your freedoms all the more...
Ima toliko Džonatana. Prava poplava knjževnih Džonatana. Kad bi čitala Njujork tajms buk rivju, pomislila bi da je to najčešće muško ime u Americi. Sinonim za veličinu i talenat. Za ambiciju i vitalno...
If multiculturalism succeeds in making us a nation of independently empowered tribes, each tribe will be deprived of the comfort of victimhood and be forced to confront human limitation for what it is...
How could I have thought that I needed to cure myself in order to fit into the 'real' world? I didn't need curing, and the world didn't, either; the only thing that did need curing was my understandin...
Her eyes weren't blinking. There was still something almost dead in them, something very far away. She seemed to be seeing all the way through to the back of him and beyond, out into the cold space of...
He watched a catbird hopping around in an azalea that was readying itself to bloom; he envied the bird for knowing nothing of what he knew; he would have swapped souls with it in a heartbeat. And then...
He was a sleaze, a nobody, a former graduate student of English studies.
He cursed a little, not so much because he cared about the photographs as because he wanted to preserve his good spirits, his serotonin-rich mood, and to do this he needed a modicum of cooperation fro...
Have you ever been tempted to leave a thought unspoken? I’m a writer, baby. Voicing thought is what I’m poorly paid and uncharitably reviewed for.
Google and Accurint can make you feel very smart, but the best stories come when you’re out in the field.
Fog spilled from the heights of San Francisco like the liquid it almost was. On better days it spread across the bay and took over Oakland street by street, a thing you saw coming, a change you watche...
Everything he did was at least partial and often total bullshit (402).
Even harder to admit is how depressed I was. As the social stigma of depression disappears, the aesthetic stigma increases. It’s not just that depression has become fashionable to the point of banalit...