She would try to live life one day at a time, like an alcoholic--drink, don't drink, drink. Perhaps she should take drugs.
This was my modest dream come true: unambitious flight. The kind that never even got high enough for a view.
That's not the one you were thinking of? No. There was accusation in her voice. Mine was different,
Nothing is a joke with me. It just all comes out like one.
Sometimes it seemed that she and rudy were two people attempting to tango, sweating and trying, long after the orchestra had grown tired, long after everyone else had gone home.
No matter that you anticipate a thing; you get so used to it as part of the future that its actuality, its arrival, its force and presence, startles you, takes you by surprise, as would a ghost sudden...
The situation was not easy for her, they knew. Once, at the start of last semester, she had skipped into her lecture hall singing Getting to Know You - both verses. At the request of the dean the chai...
He had never been involved with the mentally ill before, but he now felt more than ever that there should be strong international laws against them being too good-looking.
Why do you haunt me? You, like a tattoo on my tongue, like the bay leaf at the bottom of every pan. You who sprawled out beside me and sang my horoscope to a Schubert symphony, something about travel...
One should never turn one's back on a vivid imagination.
What was education for, if not to acquire contradictions? At least it looked like that to me.
We are lucky simply to be alive together; why get differentiating and judgemental about who is here among us? Thank God there is anyone at all.
I would never understand photography, the sneaky, murderous taxidermy of it.
The catalog showed a man sleeping peacefully while his model-wife read a book in soft but focused light. In real life, however, the light was so intense that the same man would have had to wear sungla...
Before he wrote about them, said Quilty, pretending to read the guidebook out loud, Hemingway shot his characters. It was considered an unusual but not unheard-of creative method. Still, even within l...
No, I'm not Jewish, she said archly, staring him down, to teach him, to teach him this: Are you?Yes, he said. He studied her eyes.Oh, she said.Not many of us in this part of the world, so I thought I'...
One of the problems with people in Chicago, she remembered, was that they were never lonely at the same time.
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...
But I believed in starting over. There was finally, I knew, only rupture and hurt and falling short between all persons, but, Shirley, the best revenge was to turn your life into a small gathering of...
Your numbness is something perhaps you cannot help. It is what the world has done to you. But your coldness. That is what you do to the world.
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