NO KISS FORGOTTEN; it resides in the memory as in the flesh, and so Katya many times felt the press of Marcus Kidder’s warm mouth on hers in the days and especially in the nights following. And her he...
Time is the enemy of lovers. Worse even than the frank light of day.
Since thirteen, she’d been preparing. She wasn’t beautiful like these Bayhead Harbor girls, but it was surprising how men sometimes looked at her. More it was older men rather than guys her age, for s...
She feel these hands tremble, and she could feel Mr. Kidder’s excitement. How eager she was to be gone from this room. Her heart was beating in mild revulsion from the man’s touch, but Katya forced he...
The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can't see, whose beginning you've forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite, has...
If this was a flirtation — and it felt like a flirtation — it was like no other flirtation in Katya’s experience: with a man old enough to be her grandfather?
She could feel these hands tremble, and she could feel Mr. Kidder’s excitement. How eager she was to be gone from this room. Her heart was beating in mild revulsion from the man’s touch, but Katya for...
For the writer, the serial killer is, abstractly, an analogue of the imagination's caprices and amorality; the sense that, no matter the dictates and even the wishes of the conscious social self, the...
Was it confusing because it was artistic, or artistic because it was confusing?
Only where there is life can there be home.
I was brought up to be sympathetic toward others.
Momma used to say, you got to know when to move. More important than knowing when to stay put.
Boxing has become America's tragic theater.
You people who have survived childhood don't remeber any longer what it was like. You think children are whole, uncomplicated creatures, and if you split them in two with a handy axe there would be al...
I could talk fast -- that's to say, without hesitating, stammering -- most of the time -- but there were categories of words, sentiments, I could never say, they'd have stuck in my throat. The embarra...
Boxing is a celebration of the lost religion of masculinity all the more trenchant for its being lost.
Cherie, keep walking. Shut your eyes. We are headed for the bridge. We are going to cross it.
We are stimulated to emotional response, not by works that confirm our sense of the world, but by works that challenge it.
Playdate. (n) A Date arranged by adults in which young children are brought together, usually at the home of one of them, for the premeditated purpose of playing. A feature of contemporary American up...
The denial of language is a suicidal one and we pay for it with our own lives.
