In his room Lee wonders how to include all the history that Peters will need to make any sense of the situation.
I been away a long time.
He’s got hands so long and white and dainty I think they carved each other out of soap.
He had made his trip without quite realizing it.
For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, you name, you innards, or even...
Does the Spearmint lose its flavor on the bedpost over night?
But if the strength ain't real, I recall thinking the very last thing that day, before I finally passed out, then the weakness sure enough is. Weakness is true and real. I used to accuse the kid of fa...
And I lay awake for hours, hoping another phone call would give me that opportunity to be alone and unruffled with her.
You have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy
People don't want other people to get high, because if you get high, you might see the falsity of the fabric of the society we live in.
[We] were just leaning back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing--half sunburned and half dr...
You’re just a young kid. What are you doin’ here? You oughta be out in a convertible, why… bird-doggin’ chicks and bangin’ beaver. What are ya doin’ here, for Christ’s sake? What’s funny about that? J...
You seem to forget, Miss Flinn, that this is an institution for the insane.
What? Oh, I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to come on so jaded. What scene? This one, the rain, those geese up there with their hard-luck stories . . . this, this same world. They all tried to do something wi...
Ting. Tingle, tingle, tremble toes,She’s a good fisherman, catches hens, puts ‘em inna pensWire blier, limber lock, three geese inna flockOne flew east, one flew west
They wouldn't be so cocky if they knew what me and the have going.
She was fifteen years old, going on thirty-five, Doc, and she told me she was eighteen, she was very willing, I practically had to take to sewing my pants shut. Between you and me, uh, she might have...
She slides through the door with a gust of cold and locks the door behind her and I see her fingers trail across the polished steel—tip of each finger the same color as her lips. Funny orange. Like th...
Reality is greater than the sum of its parts, also a damn sight holier. And the lives of such stuff as dreams are made of may be rounded with a sleep but they are not tied neatly with a red bow. Truth...
Oregon October, when the fields of timothy and rye-grass stubble are being burned, the sky itself catches fire. Flocks of wrens rush up from the red alder thickets like sparks kicked from a campfire,...