I had a Viking sense of entitlement to whatever provisions I could plunder.
I guess my life hasn’t always been happy, or easy, or exactly what I want. At a certain point, I just have to try not to think too much about certain things, or else they’ll break my heart.
How well aware the body was of what it wanted. How quickly it gleaned the news it could use.
How terribly easy it had turned out to be to transform naturally occurring uranium into hollow spheres of plutonium, pack the spheres with tritium and surround them with explosives and deuterium, and...
His resentment of his wife, Caroline, was moderate and well contained.
Her problem at Renewable Solutions was that she could never quite figure out what she was selling, even when she was finding people to buy it, and no sooner had she finally begun to figure it out than...
Her house was the heavy (but not indefinitely heavy) and sturdy (but not everlasting) God that she'd loved and served and been sustained by.
Her heart was full and her senses were sharp, but her head felt liable to burst in the vacuum of her solitude.
Hell-o-oh, she called with the silly lilt with which she and Tom announced arrivals. Hello, Tom called from the living room, without the lilt.
He'd lost track of what he wanted, and since who a person was was what a person wanted, you could say that he'd lost track of himself.
He was a sleaze, a nobody, a former graduate student of English studies.
He knows how love blinds people to the truth about the one they are in love with.
He had three ancient candy thermometers whose metal casings were shaped like fraternity paddles and whose nature it was to show no increase in temperature for several hours and the, and all at once an...
He had a happy canine way of seeking approval without seeming insecure.
Gary wished that all further migration to the coasts could be banned and all midwesterners encouraged to revert to eating pasty foods and wearing dowdy clothes and playing board games, in order that a...
Gary si augurava che ogni ulteriore migrazione verso le coste venisse proibita, e tutti gli abitanti del Midwest fossero incoraggiati a tornare ai cibi pesanti, agli abiti fuori moda e ai giochi di so...
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...
Finally there came a perfect storm of drafts from uptown and downtown, a big humid uric wind that swept the platform and then reversed itself, and reversed itself again, so that the dollar bills came...
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...
El dolor se presenta como producto e indicador naturales de estar vivo en un mundo que opone resistencia. Pasar por la vida indoloramente es no haber vivido.