When I got my very first phone call that I'd hit the 'New York Times' list, I had a small rush of 'I've made it!' But the next morning, it occurred to me I didn't know what it was, so I called my agen...
With his daughter. Incest? Rainie looked at Quincy incredulously. Jesus, SupSpAg, how do you sleep with that mind? I can’t be sure, Quincy said modestly, but it has all the classic signs. Domineering...
The front doors. Flashbulbs flashed. A roar rose up from the crowd at the sign of fresh activity. Then Rainie caught a new sound—the faint beating of helicopters bearing down upon them. The medevac ch...
Chore. You didn’t like me doing
Away from the window and the night descending upon Bakersville’s streets.
According to Freud, the tie you pick, the ring you wear, the shirt you buy, all say something about you. Nothing is random, everything you do has intent.
There’s no rewind, or erasing, or unmaking. The things that happened, they are you, you are them. You can escape, but you can’t get away. Just the way it is.
The results are about as meaningful as a sixth toe - gives you something to look at, but doesn't do a damn thing.
Society is not filled with evil souls. But it is filled with people who are mobile, fractured, overworked, overweight, overcrowded, and overtired. That’s a potent combination, particularly for people...
People think they want knowledge. Until they have it, of course.
Being a survivor didn’t just mean being strong. It meant being lonely.
Because it’s one thing to survive. It is much, much harder to truly live.
And if I'd once fallen hard for my husband, I fell even harder for my child. It was as if my entire life had been building to this one moment, my finest work, my greatest accomplishment, this tiny bun...
And a man and woman should fight. Frankly, they should have a good head-to-head battle about every six months, then make love until they break the box springs.
Alex said, his voice subdued, tense. So it would seem, D.D.
A perfect family, I think, is one that’s learned how to forgive.
Can’t do this. I suck at this. Which is why they’re making me go. Not to improve my swimming—who cares about that?—but to work on that whole playing-well-with-others thing. Another one of my broken bi...
There is a breed of men out there, you know, who are attracted to strong women. They just don’t know what to do once they win us over.
Good things can be forged from bone-deep fury.
Dual-income families have turned out a batch of superpredators who have no sympathy or remorse. Blast ’em up on Nintendo; blast ’em up on the streets.