Well, you are dying—on purpose.
It took him four months for him to die, three more than the oncologists had predicted. Your dad's a fighter, they would say when we visited, which was a crock, because he'd already been soundly beaten...
I love Hailey and what we have works. Shes's beautiful, she's smart, she's a great mother, and she's heads above what I ever thought I could see in myself.
Because the thing of it is, no matter how much you enjoy sex, there’s something jolting and strangely disturbing about witnessing the sex of others. Nature has taken great pains to lay out the fundame...
You realize that you don't understand yourself any better than you understand anyone else.
It’s funny, or tragic, really, how an ordinary act like helping someone with their homework could be the inadvertent trigger for almost a decade of silent suffering.
You remember the old Roadrunner cartoons, where the coyote would run off a cliff and keep going, until he looked down and happened to notice that he was running on nothing more than air?Yeah.Well, he...
The tears come to my eyes so fast, there's just no way to stop them.
It’s actually somewhat common for people facing death to reach out to God, Boner says, in the exact same self-important, didactic tone he employed as a kid when explaining to us what a blow job was.
I'm a novelist first, and I wrote a bunch of books, and everything I write, I just find people are more interesting when there's an element of humor to it.
В детстве все кажется вечным, незабываемым, детство заполняет собой весь мир, а потом оно вдруг кончается, и ты кидаешь землю на отцовский гроб и в ужасе понимаешь, что ничего вечного нет.
We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love me, I knew that she did, and that actually made it worse. If someone leaves you because they don’t love you, it’s a tough break, but as they say, life’s a bitch, get a h...
We read off the ancient Hebrew words, with no idea of what they might mean, and the congregation responds with more words that they don't understand either. We are gathered together on a Saturday morn...
The really good liars, the true grandmasters of bullshit, are so damn convincing because they actually believe their own lies.
If you're eating an ice cream cone, it's just very hard to believe that things have gone completely to shit. That there isn't still hope.
If they’re letting her cry anyway, I don’t really see the point of the baby monitor, but that’s one of those questions I’ve learned not to ask, because I’ll just get that condescending look all parent...
He’d continue to cry passionately, long after he’d forgotten why he was crying to begin with.
Everything I touch turns to shit, he thinks, not with self-pity, but with an almost scientific fascination at the truth of it.
A lot can go wrong in twelve hours.