Attractive women in the early stages of disrepair, fighting to keep age at bay with facials, compression undergarments, and aggressively fashionable skirts bought off the rack at Neiman Marcus and Nor...
You’re just the sperm donor, Norm, he says, heading for the door. That’s all you were ever good for. Fucking sperm.
You have to look at what you have right in front of you, at what it could be, and stop measuring it against what you've lost. I know this to be wise and true, just as I know that pretty much no one ca...
When you're younger you just take it as a given that things will fall into place on their own. Relationships, family, careers, the whole deal. They might not come as you picture them, but they come in...
We don’t share our thoughts, we share carefully sanitized, watered-down versions of them, Hollywood adaptations of those thoughts dumbed down for the PG-13 crowd.
We all start out so damn sure, thinking we've got the world on a string. If we ever stopped to think about the infinite number of ways we could be undone, we'd never leave our bedrooms.
This is how it ends, he thinks. Strangely, he is not panicked, just a little bit sad. He tells himself to pay attention. If this is death it will only come once, and he doesn't want to miss anything....
There are some people out there who don't wait for what come next. They decide what should come next and they go and make it happen.
The music from my youth has aged poorly and is now like a joke out of context. You had to be there.
The cop looks annoyed, like we’re giving him a headache. I want to explain everything to him, show him that it’s really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.
That's the problem with college kids. I blame Hollywood for skewing their perspective. Life is just a big romantic comedy to them, and if you meet cute, happily-ever-after is a foregone conclusion. So...
Sometimes, commitment is a matter of will. You have to look at what you have right in front of you, at what it could be, and stop measuring it against what you've lost.
Silver is forty-four years old, if you can believe it, out of shape, and depressed—although he doesn’t know if you call it depression when you have good reason to be; maybe then you’re simply sad, or...
She holds on to a rung of the ladder while I tread water a foot or so in front of her. After a few moments, my eyes have adjusted to that I can look into hers. I flash back to Horry and Wendy, looking...
People love to do that, to point to some single phenomenon, assign it all the blame, and wipe the slate clean, like when overeaters sue McDonald’s for making them fat pigs.
Penny’s honesty has always been like nudity in an action movie: gratuitous, but no less welcome for it.
I’m sorry. I know it’s the universal default, but the problem is, one’s first knee-jerk response when someone says I’m sorry is to say It’s okay. We are programmed from kindergarten, from the first ti...
It's hard to imagine her ever having felt lost, but it's impossible to know the people your parents were before they were your parents.
It's amazing how harmless the world can sometimes seem.
I'll never fully understand the agenda of angry breast-feeders.