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...
We curl up on the couch together, under a blanket, whisper I love you, I missed you, confusing tenses I think.
Tragedies, I was coming to realize through my daily studies in humanities both in and out of the classroom, were a luxury. They were constructions of an affluent society, full of sorrow and truth but...
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...
This is a political New Year's Eve, says Albert. We're here to protest the new year, protest the old; generally get a petition going to Father Time.
The turkeys I eat are raised on farms. They're different. They've signed on the dotted line.
The thought balloon of my own breath said, How have I found myself here?
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...
She would turn from him in bed, her hands under the pillow, the digital clock peeling back the old skins of numbers.
She had, without realizing it at the time, learned to follow Nick's gaze, learned to learn his lust...his desires remained memorized within her. She looked at the attractive women he would look at...S...
Perhaps we had at last reached that stage of intimacy that destroys intimacy.
One of the problems with people in Chicago, she remembered, was that they were never lonely at the same time. Their sadness occurred in isolation, lurched and spazzed, sent them spinning fizzly back i...
Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain...
It is unacceptable, all the stunned and anxious missing a person is asked to endure in life. It is not to be endured, not really.
I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.
Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself.
Ever since Albert was denied promotion to full-professor rank, his articles on Flannery O'Connor (A Good Man Really Is Hard to Find, Everything That Rises Must Indeed Converge, and The Totemic South:...
By about the sixth week the smallness of the class, and whatever makeshift intimacy had sprung up there, became suddenly oppressive to me… suddenly I wanted the anonymity of a large class, where class...
Blasts from the past were like the rooms one entered and re-entered in dreams: they would not stay nailed down. When you returned to them, they had changed - they suddenly had more space or a tilt or...
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