Por que os conservadores, que controlavam todos os três poderes do governo federal, ainda estavam tão irados - com o ceticismo respeitoso de alguns acerca da guerra do Iraque, com os casais gays que q...
Pip's mother's lane was spongy with redwood needles dislodged and sodden with the rain, the sound of which surrounded her polyrhythmically, a steady background patter, heavier drippings, hiccuping gur...
It's nice to be able to control my smell environment, and I can hear myself think better when it's quiet. It wasn't easy to become a person who's OK being alone on a Saturday night, but I did the work...
I know Martin sometimes watches pornography, we don’t have secrets from each other, and if he didn’t watch it he probably would be the only man in Germany who didn’t—I think Internet pornography was d...
He operated by Old World rules, the blurring of right and wrong into whatever you could get away with;
En general, la perspectiva del dolor, el dolor de la pérdida, de la ruptura, de la muerte, es la razón por la que resulta tan tentador eludir el amor y quedarse a salvo en el mundo del gustar
And yet the feeling of injustice itself turned out to be strangely physical. Even realer, in a way, than a her hurting, smelling, sweating body. Injustice had a shape, an a weight, and a temperature,...
All we ever argued about was nothing. As if by multiplying zero content by infinite talk we could make it stop being zero. In order to have sex again we´d had to separate, and in order to have frenzie...
[H]er mind was like a balloon with static cling, attracting random ideas as they floated by[.]
You thought you knew what food was, you thought it was elemental. You forgot how much restaurant there was in restaurant food and how much home was in homemade.
Washington's all abstraction. It's about access to power and nothing else. I mean, I'm sure it's fun if you're living next door to Seinfeld, or To Wolfe, or Mike Bloomberg, but living next door to the...
They rode an elevator in silence. Too-precipitous intimacy had left in its wake a kind of dirty awkwardness.
The deader the ball, the better it suited her purpose, which was to whack the shit out of it until she was physically exhausted. She thought this was quite possibly the most satisfying thing she’d eve...
The cold breeze and the cold of Richard's Camel were mixing like joy and remorse.
Success at sports is the province of the almost empty head.
Power, power, power: how could the world be organized around the struggle for a thing so lonely and oppressive in the having of it?
Only I still had a problem. The problem was my parents. Of the many things I was afraid of in those days - spiders, insomnia, fish hooks, school dances, hardball, heights, bees, urinals, puberty, musi...
Never been a washcloth user, no.
It was like watching a pair of Hollywood execs abuse each other—you had to be powerful to take the abuse with a laugh.
In a decadent society people can slowly drift or slowly be drawn by the culture of commerce into yearning for violence. Maybe people have a deep congenital awareness that no civilization lasts forever...