This kiss would be with me, invisible badge or scar, when I went back to the apartment.
Nature, or at least birds and women, abhorred the invisible man.
Laughing at Rapper's Delight's no revenge, and anyway it wasn't your idea, and anyway it's . Dean Street's another story, a realm of knowledge unapplicable here.You've just about finished leaving Dean...
I’d never pondered the bourgeois implications of an earplug.
It wasn't for children, seventh grade. You could read the stress of even entering the building in the postures of the teachers, the security guards. Nobody could relax in such a racial and hormonal di...
It was often this way, life consisted of a series of false beginnings, bluff declarations of arrival to destinations not even glimpsed.
I suppose there was never a reason for tearing down a cabin or scrapping a stopped automobile, if you had all those acres.
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...
They got stoneder and stoneder and quit talking.
He didn't hide his teeth, which were bright yellow, like the van we'd unloaded.
Cocaine Suppe Mit Tittenschnakken,
Television had elected itself, I figured. It could watch itself too, for all I cared. I read my book.
Someday I'd change my name to Shut Up and save everybody a lot of time.
She craned up on her toes and kissed my cheek...Don't do that, I said. You just met me. This is New York.
I'm tightly wound. I'm a loose cannon. Both - I'm a tightly wound loose cannon, a tight loose.
I'd underestimated him. I assumed anyone who started out gut-punching you in an elevator couldn't have all that much else in his arsenal. For instance, I had no idea he could smile, let alone at such...
But the day I can't shrug off a twinge of self-pity, is the day I'm washed up for keeps.
As I get older I find that the friendships that are the most certain, ultimately, are the ones where you and the other person have made substantial amounts of money for one another.
The clouds were still bunched up in the sky like a gang on a street corner, and it looked to me like they had the sun pretty effectively intimidated.
Of all records, Chase, Some Girls! It was in a clutch of the most horrendous crap, J. Geils Band, Sniff 'n' the Tears, the kind of albums you'd use for landfill.