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 kindness and mercies to emerge like kings and queens...
Let's make our own way,' says the Mother, 'and not in this boat.
This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grow sarcastic.
A match made in heaven - where do you get those? That's what I want to know!
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...
Mave believed that not being able to see your life clearly, to scrutinize it intelligently, meant that probably you were at the dead center of it, and that couldn't possibly be a bad thing.
She had already—carefully, obediently—stepped through all the stages of bereavement: anger, denial, bargaining, Häagen-Dazs, rage.
This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.
Küçük bir sinek vızlayıp kulağımın yanından geçti, sonra kayboldu. Daha önce hiç Noel'de sinek görmemiştim; Sanat 102 dersinde hissetmemiz öğretildiği gibi, iki tanıdık şeyin beklenmedik şekilde yan y...
I nodded, trying to imagine the very particular sadness of a vanished childhood yogurt now found only in France. It was a very special sort of sadness, individual, and in its inability to induce sympa...
They looked at her quizzically, came at her with assumptions, presumptions, what they believed was intimate knowledge of her. She felt unarmed, by comparison; disadvantaged.
She was wearing an old summer dress as a nightgown, but in the mornings it could work as a dress again, if you just tossed a cardigan over it and put on shoes. In this risky manner, she knew, insanity...
For driving, a January thaw was always preferable to actual ice, but when it was over things froze more treacherously than before. And in its melting and condensing the roadside snow turned to clumps...
She wore a lot of gray-green corduroy. She had been under the impression that it brought out her eyes, those shy stars.
Observing others go through them, he used to admire midlife crises, the courage and shamelessness and existential daring of them, but after he'd watched his own wife, a respectable nursery school teac...
She came to this California university for one reason, she reminds herself: the paycheck. Although every time the paycheck arrives the amount taken out in taxes for a single woman with no dependents i...
I would look out upon the wildflowers, the mulch of swamps and leaves, the spring mosses greening on the rocks, or the boulderous mountains of street-black snow, whatever season it happened to be- my...
An agony. The exit like the entrance - but reversed. A palindrome: gut-tug.
Where does love go? When something you have taped on the wall falls off, what has happened to the stickum? It has relaxed. It has accumulated an assortment of hairs and fuzzies. It has said "Fuck it"...
That's not the one you were thinking of? No. There was accusation in her voice. Mine was different,
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