Why is the misery of a child so hilarious to other children?
This web of intricate connections
The dilemma is, in the United States, each penniless citizen believes that, with luck, he might become a millionaire; and so doesn't want to put restraints on robber barons-he might become one one day...
Know what 'celebrity' is kid? Being paid to bullshit the rest of your natural life.
In this way unwittingly the Widow-to-Be is assuring her husband’s death—his doom. Even as she believes she is behaving intelligently—shrewdly and reasonably—she is taking him to a teeming petri dish o...
I'm sure all that you've heard is just the usual gossip, invented to injure feelings rather than illuminate truth.
He was ugly, himself. Weird-ugly. But ugliness in a man doesn't matter, much. Ugliness in a woman is her life.
For what are the words with which to summarize a lifetime, so much crowded confused happiness terminated by such stark slow-motion pain?
Death is just the last scene of the last act.
Getting the first draft finished is like pushing a very dirty peanut across the floor with your nose.
Unbidden, Unwelcome, Yet unable to resist, I entered a stranger's life
A daydreamer is prepared for most things.
Papà ci amava. Ci ama.
Then the noise faded and Legs squinted up at the sky, the moon so bright you'd never think it could be merely rock like the earth's common rock and lifeless, merely reflected light from an invisible s...
THANK YOU but please do not write again. And do not call. I have had enough of you.
Our lives can only be interpreted in retrospect, yet must be lived from day to day, blindly. What folly, the human condition!
I am made to think, not for the first time, that in my writing I have plunged ahead-head-on, heedlessly one might say-or 'fearlessly'- into my own future: this time of utter raw anguished loss. Though...
For the first time driving that day I could feel the motion of the Earth. The Earth rushing through the emptiness of space. Spinning on its axis but they say you don't feel it, you can't experience it...
When you're fifty you start thinking about things you haven't thought about before. I used to think getting old was about vanity-but actually it's about losing people you love. Getting wrinkles is tr...
You never give such relationships a thought, To give a thought, to take a thought is a function of dissociation, distance. You can't exercise memory until you've removed yourself from memory's source.