But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.
But there was in the air that kind of distortion that bent you a little; it caused your usual self to grow slippery, to wander off and shop, to get blurry, bleed, bevel with possibility.
The passive voice could always be used to obscure blame.
Divorce, she could see, would be like marriage - a power grab, as in who would be the dog, and who would be the owner of the dog.
In general, people were not road maps. People were not hieroglyphs or books. They were not stories. A person was a collection of accidents. A person was an infinite pile of rocks with things growing u...
He will talk about what "some other people said," and what he and "some other people did," and when he never specifically mentions women it will be like the Soviet news agency which never publicizes a...
She hated money! though she knew it was like blood and you needed it. Still, it was also like blood in that she often couldn't stand the sight of it.
Surely that was why faith had been invented: to raise teenagers without dying. Although of course it was also why death was invented: to escape teenagers altogether.
Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindnesses and mercies to emerge like kings and quee...
You have a choice, she told the class. The whorish emptiness of lies or the straightlaced horrors of truth.
Let's make our own way,' says the Mother, 'and not in this boat.
She wore a lot of gray-green corduroy. She had been under the impression that it brought out her eyes, those shy stars.
How quickly bodies came to love each other, promise themselves to each other always, without asking permission. From the mind! If only she could give up her mind, let her heart swell, inflamed, her br...
Pulling through is what people do around here. There is a kind of bravery in their lives that isn’t bravery at all. It is automatic, unflinching, a mix of man and machine, consuming and unquestionable...
For love to last, you had to have illusions or have no illusions at all. But you had to stick to one or the other. It was the switching back and forth that endangered things.
This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grow sarcastic.
Bucks, doe — thank God everything boils down to money, I always say.During mating season the doe constructs a bed for herself, and then she urinates all around the outside of it. That's how she gets h...
One had to build shelters. One had to make pockets and live inside them.
Unless you have a life of great importance, she said, regrets are stupid, crumpled-up tickets to a circus that has already left town.
It was true. Men could be with whomever they pleased. But women had to date better, kinder, richer, and bright, bright, bright, or else people got embarrassed.
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