I sift through the jumble of emotions she evokes in me, trying exactly to isolate what it is I feel for her, which is like untying a severely knotted rope, where all you end up with is more knots in a...
He shakes his head and grimaces. I need to get my own place, like, yesterday. So why don’t you? He taps his head. Brain injury. There are things I can’t do. Like what? Like remembering what the fuck i...
Full of promise, full of dreams, full of shit. Mostly just full of yourself. So full you’re bursting. And then you get out into the world, and people empty you out, little by little, like air from a b...
Don’t you ever worry about the future? I asked. Jack shrugged. This is the future, he said.
Dad didn’t believe in God, but he was a lifelong member of the Church of Shit or Get Off the Can. So his actual death itself was less an event than a final sad detail.
Childhood feels so permanent,
At our age, loneliness can seem so permanent.
And there's a special place in shiva hell reserved for men in sandals, their cracked, hardened toenails, dark with fungus, proudly on display.
And ice-cream cones,' she says. 'What is it with you and ice-cream cones?'He licks around the edge of his cone as he considers the question. 'I guess no one ever eats an ice-cream cone at a funeral, o...
But that's one of the questions I've learned not to ask, because I'll get that condescending look all parents reserve for non-parents, to remind you that you're not yet a complete person.
Here's the thing. I don't think you're in love with her, not all the way. If you were, I think you would seem more certain about it. More jazzed. You wouldn't hug me the way we hug, and say the things...
Back (thank god for office accessorizing, the last playground of the reluctant adult).
Anger you have locked up in you, and that’s healthy. I just think you could be a little more judicious
You still go to therapy?Nah. I gave up years ago.Mental health isn't for everyone.
You have to question the originality of your life when it can be captured perfectly in the lyrics of a rock song.
You get married to get an ally against your family.
You can sit up here, feeling above it all while knowing you’re not, coming to the lonely conclusion that the only thing you can ever really know about anyone is that you don’t know anything about them...
When did being right become worthless, and being at fault irrelevant?
We knew marriage could be difficult in the same way that we knew there were starving children in Africa. It was a tragic fact but worlds away from our reality.
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....