You live if you dance to the voice that ails you.
You emptied the top rack of the dishwasher but not the bottom, so the clean dishes have gotten all mixed up with the dirty ones - and now you want to have sex?
You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.
Why not admit history's power to divide and destroy? Why attach ourselves to the age-old stories in the belief that they are truer than the new ones? By living in the past, you always know what comes...
Through college she had been a feminist—basically: she shaved her legs, but just not often enough, she liked to say.
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.
This is Quilty's audition ritual: whenever he feels it is time for it, he calls upon himself to audition for love. He has no script, no reliable sense of stage, just a faceful of his heart's own greas...
There was sex where you were looked in the eye and beautiful things were said to you, and then there was what Ira used to think of as yoo-hoo sex: where the other person seemed spirited away, not quit...
The thought balloon of my own breath said, How have I found myself here?
That was also back in the days when I thought the ice-cream man lived in his truck
So I needed to be womanised. I was losing my sheen.
Perhaps we had at last reached that stage of intimacy that destroys intimacy.
On-yez, where are you from, dear?' asked a black-slacked, frosted-haired woman whose skin was papery and melanomic with suntan. 'Originally.' She eyed Agnes's outfit as if it might be what in fact it...
No matter what terror or loveliness the earth could produce—winds, seas—a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit.
Love is a fever, she said. And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.
Like true friends, they take no hardy or elegant stance loosely choreographed from some broad perspective. They get right in there and mutter Jesus Christ! and shake their heads.
Like everyone he knew, he could discern the hollowness in people’s charm only when it was directed at someone other than himself.
Jane gave Heffie an anxious look. It said Please forgive me. It also said What is your problem? and Have a nice day Pleasantness was the machismo of the Midwest. There was something athletic about it....
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.
It broke her heart that they had come to this: if one knew the future, all the unexpected glimpses of the beloved, one might have trouble finding the courage to go on. This was probably the reason nin...