My heart and the elevator, a plummet inside a plummet.
May one plead, Your Honor, postmodernism as an involuntary condition?
I’d forgotten my identity as the world’s most pathetic superhero, become a Californian instead.
Go buy milk,' Robert said at last.Dylan moved for Buggy's door.But if ou come around here with that old lady's money next time I might have to take it off you.'Dylan recognized this as a sort of philo...
We were all four of us an arrangement around a missing centrepiece, as incoherent as a verb-less sentence.
This kiss would be with me, invisible badge or scar, when I went back to the apartment.
The house on The Crescent, stepped into the hillside, had no face. In
Television had elected itself, I figured. It could watch itself too, for all I cared. I read my book.
Open duh computer. Germans ought to farm out all positions of petty authority. The accent remained too full of implication.
Nature, or at least birds and women, abhorred the invisible man.
It was often this way, life consisted of a series of false beginnings, bluff declarations of arrival to destinations not even glimpsed.
I'm always serious. That's the tragedy of my life.
I suppose there was never a reason for tearing down a cabin or scrapping a stopped automobile, if you had all those acres.
I met someone who lives in an elevator.
He didn't hide his teeth, which were bright yellow, like the van we'd unloaded.
Fifth grade was fourth grade with something wrong. Nothing changed outright. Instead it teetered. You'd pushed futility at Public School 38 so long by then you expected the building itself would be em...
You can't reclaim a thing that changes as you touch it.
Waves, sky, trees, Essrog - I was off the page now, away from the grammar of skyscrapers and pavement.
The whole state of Maine is unlocked.
The key to mostly anything is pretending your first time *isn't*.