Make a list of all the lovers you've ever had.Warren LasherEd Rubberhead CatapanoCharles Deats or Keats
Life is sad. Here is someone.
I steal back into dreams of you, your unmade bed a huge open-faced sandwich.
I can't believe I just asked you to hold my hand,' said Ira, but Mike had already taken it.
I am thinking not only of my own body here, that unbeguilable, broken basket, that stiff meringue. I am not, Patrick, thinking only of myself, my lost troupe, my empty bed. I am thinking of the dancin...
Every family is a family of alligators.
Don't make your own life your project in your own life: total waste of time.
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...
Biri sizden ayrıldığında tüm çekiciliğinizi kaybedersiniz ve karşı tarafın yeni bir başlangıç yaparken size dair beslediği tüm kuşkular böylece kanıtlanmış olur.
Begin to wonder what you do write about. Or if you have anything to say. Or even if there is such a thing as a thing to say. Limit these thoughts to no more than ten minutes a day; like sit-ups, they...
And all love that had overtaken her would have to be a memory, a truck on the interstate roaring up from the left, a thing she must let pass.
All this wandering that you do, he said, leaning in the window, his face white as a cream cheese, his scar the carved zigzag of a snowmobile across a winter lake. Wind blew handsomely through his hair...
A smile, a weird one, nestled in his mouth like an egg.
A lie to the faithless is merely a conversation in their language.
A healthy death, like anything — job promotions or looking younger — was simply a matter of feeling good about yourself. Which is where the sedatives came in. Sedate as a mint, a woman could place a h...
It all remained unreadable for him, though reading, he felt, was not a natural thing and should not be done to people. In general, people were not road maps. People were not hieroglyphs or books. They...
In an attempt at extroversion, she had worn a tunic with large slices of watermelon depicted on the front. What had she been thinking of?
You were never to say you weren't fine, thank you — and yourself? You were supposed to be Heidi. You were supposed to lug goat milk up the hills and not think twice. Heidi did not complain. Heidi did...
You only live at once. Which seemed to her all the more reason to be careful, to take it easy, to have an ordinary life.