Love drains you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop and g...
Love is the answer, said the songs, and that's OK. It was OK, I supposed, as an answer. But no more than that. It was not a solution; it wasn't really even an answer, just a reply.
Make a list of all the lovers you've ever had.Warren LasherEd Rubberhead CatapanoCharles Deats or Keats
Perhaps everyone had their own way of preparing to die. Life got you ready.
Personally I've never put much store by honesty- I mean how can you trust a word whose first letter you don't even pronounce
She kept wandering in and out of the rooms, wondering where she had put things. She went downstairs into the basement for no reason at all except that it amused her to own a basement. It also amused h...
Tears, she had once been told, were designed to eliminate toxins, and they poured down her face and slimed her neck and gathered in the recesses of her collarbones and she had to be careful never to l...
Tell him not to smoke in your apartment. Tell him to get out. At first he protests. But slowly, slowly, he leaves, pulling up the collar on his expensive beige raincoat, like an old and haggard Robert...
The faces of the panel listening were the very embodiment of skepticism made flesh.
The speech she made was done in the back, alone, like little shoes cobbled by an elf: spider is to web as weaver is to blank. That one was hers. She was proud of that. Also, blank is to heartache as f...
The turkeys I eat are raised on farms. They're different. They've signed on the dotted line.
These were the sorts of notions that had been raised in all my classes, and we had chased them round and round like dogs maddened by their tails.
This was love, I supposed, and eventually I would come to know it. Someday it would choose me and I would come to know its spell, for long stretches and short, two times, maybe three, and then quite p...
Though she would have preferred long ago to have died, fled, gotten it all over with, the body--Jesus, how the body!--took its time. It possessed its own wishes and nostalgias. You could not just turn...
We curl up on the couch together, under a blanket, whisper I love you, I missed you, confusing tenses I think.
We don't do that in New York, rasped Odette. She cleared her throat.No? Pinky smiled and put his hand on her thigh.No, it's, um, the cash machines. You just… you wait at them. Forever. Your whole life...
Win them with your beauty, but catch them off guard with your soul.
Yes, she said. 'I Been Working on the Railroad.'There's just two things I'm worried about with that: the grammar and the use of slave labor.
You always say that, said Evan, but then you go on your trips and vacations and then you settle back into things and then you're quiet for a while and then you say you're fine, you're busy, and then a...
It seemed one could just say are you serious? for the rest of existence and it would never be unjustified and would always have to be answered and so would keep the conversation going
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