It’s like having one red sock in a load of white laundry. One red sock, and nothing is ever white again.
I have often wondered what the prey is feeling when it is captured. Often it seems to become completely still in the predator’s jaws, as if it feels no pain. As if nature, at the very end, shows mercy...
I can't stomach any kind of notion that serious fiction is good for us, because I don't believe that everything that's wrong with the world has a cure, and even if I did, what business would I, who fe...
Her body looked to be only a healthy diet and some regular exercise away from greatness,
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...
Filtering isn’t phoniness—it’s civilization.
Every night after dinner he honed this skill of enduring a dull thing that brought a parent pleasure. It seemed to him a lifesaving skill. He believed that terrible harm would come to him when he coul...
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...
Does the world really need more amateur photographs of giraffes?
Cooks were the mitochondria of humanity; they had their own separate DNA, they floated in a cell and powered it but were not really of it.
Can you imagine going to bed with Kierkegaard? He'd never stop asking, 'Can I do this to you? Is this okay?
Can a better kind of fiction save the world? There’s always some tiny hope (strange things do happen), but the answer is almost certainly no, it can’t. There is some reasonable chance, however, that i...
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...
But nothing disturbs the feeling of specialness like the presence of other human beings feeling identically special.
At forty-five, I feel grateful almost daily to be the adult I wished I could be when I was seventeen. I work on my arm strength at the gym; I've become pretty good with tools. At the same time, almost...
And maybe this was what craziness was: an emergency valve to relieve the pressure of unbearable anxiety.
After Gary had given the enlargements their sour baths, he raised the lights and discovered that both prints were webbed over with peculiar yellow blotches. He cursed a little, not so much because he...
Task
He was a lonely straight male, and a lonely straight male had no equivalently forgiving Theory of Masculinism to help him out of this bind, this key to all misogynies: To feel as if he couldn’t surviv...