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...
Gary had hoped to find her more cooperative. He already had one alternative sibling and he didn't need another. It frustrated him that people could so happily drop out of the world of conventional exp...
For the next two hours Denise mainly paid attention to her hand, which she'd laid on the sofa cushion within easy reach of Robin's. The hand wasn't comfortable there, it wanted to be retracted, but sh...
Esa no era la persona que él creía ser, o la que habría elegido ser si hubiera tenido la libertad de elegir, pero había algo reconfortante y liberador en ser una persona real y definida, y no una cole...
Dad, Dad, Dad. What’s wrong? Alfred looked up at his son and into his eyes. He opened his mouth, but the only word he could produce was I— I— I have made mistakes— I am alone— I am wet— I want to die—...
Could a more perfect manufactured object than a tennis ball be imagined? Fuzzy and spherical, squeezable and bouncy, its stitching a pair of matching tongues, its voice on impact a pock in the most pl...
But what do we expect will become of students, successfully cocooned from uncomfortable feelings, once they leave the sanctuary of academe for the boorish badlands of real life? What becomes of studen...
AT LEAST THE WAR ON THE ENVIRONMENT IS GOING WELL.
A source of continual embarrassment along the American frontier—from the late 1600s until the end of the Indian Wars, in the 1890s—was a phenomenon known as the White Indians. The term referred to whi...
A contact low.
A cascade of reactions initiated by Factor 6 relaxed his tear valves and sent a wave of nausea down his vagus: a sense that he survived from day to day by distracting himself from underground truths t...
Per me, - disse Walter, - la differenza è che gli uccelli uccidono 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 na...
Since a person couldn’t exist in two places at once, the more he existed as the Internet’s image of him, the less he felt like he existed as a flesh-and-blood person.
Seemed as if the Internet was governed more by fear: the fear of unpopularity and uncoolness, the fear of missing out, the fear of being flamed or forgotten.
Our culture attaches too much importance to feelings, he says it’s out of control, it’s not computers that are making everything virtual, it’s mental health. Everyone’s trying to correct their thought...
Available in the Republic had been paltry, a telephone, a flat with some air and light, the all-important permission to travel, but perhaps no paltrier than having x number of followers on Twitter, a...
And so, in the very act of attacking the full story, Pip was somehow confirming its essential plausibility.
[T]hat I could find company and consolation and hope in an object pulled almost at random from a bookshelf--felt akin to an instance of religious grace.
Your little body had once been deeper inside your mother than your father's dick had ever gone, you'd squeezed your entire goddamned head through her pussy, and then for the longest time you'd sucked...
Yeah, well, we're all grieving in our own way, obviously. It's just I heard this crazy rumor about your having inherited twenty-two million dollars. He tried to meet her eyes, but she'd turned away, s...