Y ahí estamos, ante la tumba de nuestro padre, los tres hermanos Foxman, todos forjados en el mismo molde, pero cada cual con su respectivo proceso de acabado.
Until you found your way out of the woods, it was reassuring to find other people lost in them with you.
Ti dà fastidio se fumo?Non rispondo perché non avrebbe importanza. Non puoi permettere che il tuo cane caghi sul marciapiede, ma è perfettamente accettabile soffiare sostanze cancerogene giù per la go...
The thing about people who work in finance is that they consider their job infinitely more important than anything or anyone, and so it’s perfectly legitimate to tell everyone else to fuck off because...
The only difference between a rut and a grave is depth.
The old expression goes, a good speech is like a woman’s skirt: short enough to hold your attention, long enough to cover the subject.
Phillip is a repository of random snatches of film dialogue and song lyrics. To make room for all of it in his brain, he apparently cleared out all the areas where things like reason and common sense...
Our minds, unedited by guilt or shame, are not for public consumption, because they would either be hurtful or else just make us look like the selfish and unkind bastards we are. We don't share though...
One day you just wake up and discover that you got old while you were sleeping.
Maybe yelling back is a kind of marital diplomacy
Love made us partners in narcissism, and we talked ceaselessly about how close we were, how perfect our connection was, like we were the first people in history to ever get it exactly right. We were t...
It’s life, that’s all. There are no happy endings, just happy days, happy moments. The only real ending is death, and trust me, no one dies happy. And the price of not dying is that things change all...
It’s hard to imagine your heart simply stopping, but at the same time, it’s hard to believe that it didn’t give up years ago.
I wasted a lot of time being angry, time I can't get back. And now I see you, so angry about what happened to your marriage, and I just want to tell you, at some point it doesn't matter who was right...
Did i say something wrong?Well, in your defense, there is no right thing to say.
But moving from conversation to violence is just as hard as moving from flirting to kissing. There’s that leap you have to take, to shed your inhibitions and expose your naked impulses.
At our age, loneliness can seem so permanent.
And no matter which way you turn your desperate gaze, there’s absolutely no land in sight, which is strange, because you didn’t think you’d gone out that far to begin with.
Arms stop me from crumpling like a rag doll. Sometimes you don’t need to talk things out. Sometimes, with the right person, things just need some time to percolate on their own, without the messy lung...
You OK? she says, raising her eyebrows. You're teetering.He nods and steadies himself against the wall. Aren't we all, he says.