She knew how much I needed her. And now she was teasing, playing games. I looked at her and watched her turn into a sex symbol in front of my eyes. She did not look sweet and virginal and lovely anymo...
Being dead means never having to do anything sneaky.
The New Your energy goes beyond anything you'll find anywhere else. It's too much for some people and it grinds them down, but it lifts up and animates the rest of us.
Research is a joy, especially when one is not burdened with an excessive reverence for the truth.
Forgiving himself came easy to him. His, he'd come to realize, was a forgiving nature.
Be careful... What the dude said, ain’t it? ... One lived in the woods and didn’t pay his taxes. Musta been before Lyme disease, when you could still get by with that shit. You know the dude I talkin’...
I wanted a drink. There were a hundred reasons why a man will want a drink, but I wanted one now for the most elementary reason of all. I didn't want to feel what I was feeling, and a voice within was...
Fuck you! I hope you die!Everybody Dies, I said. So fuck you.
You got to ask a street question to get a street answer.
We turned out to be good for each other. For a stitch of time all the hard questions went away and hid in dark places.
Your mother spreads herself for camels.
To say I drank my way into marriage isn't much of an exaggeration, and it's none at all to say I drank my way out of it.
When rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it.
I rode to the fourth floor, poked around until I found the stairway, and walked down a flight. I almost always do this and I sometimes wonder why. I think someone must have done it in a movie once and...
The short story, I should point out, is perforce a labor of love in today's literary world; there's precious little economic incentive to write one...
Attract attention. And if they did get out a cry,
Everybody's weird, fundamentally everybody is a snap. Sometimes it's a sexual thing and sometimes it's a different kind of weirdness, but one way or another everybody's nuts.
Many of us may not know too much about our characters, but we tell the reader altogether too much.
Your unconscious mind takes the things you can’t handle and plays with them while you sleep until some of the sharp corners are worn off.
What does it all