Pek çok eski Fransız tüccarı doğayla, özellikle de suyla öyle düşmanca ilişkiler içindeymiş ki isim verdikleri her şey kasvetlerini taşıyordu: bütün hoş tatil yerlerinin adları Fransızcadan Ölümün Kap...
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...
Years later, when they were killed in a car crash on the Farm to Market Road, and the Nell-that-never-lived died with them, Olena, numbly rearranging the letters of her own name on the envelopes of th...
When misfortune accumulated, I could feel now, it strafed you to the thinness of a nightgown, sheared you to the sheerness of a slip.
This lunge at moral fastidiousness was something she'd noticed a lot in people around here. They were not good people. They were not kind. But they recycled their newspapers!
There were about thirty-five people, all of them middle-aged, with the academic’s strange mixed expression of merriment and weariness. A cross between flirtation and a fender bender, Martin had descri...
The key to marriage, she concluded, was just not to take the thing too personally.
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...
Philosophize: you are a mistress, part of a great hysterical you mean historical tradition.
Perhaps she drives men away. Perhaps, without even being able to help herself, she just puts men into her ill-tempered car and drives them off: to quarries, dumps, small anonymous bodies of water.
On Fridays there were fish fries or boils at which they served lawyers (burbot or eelpout), so-called because their hearts were in their butts.
It's two against one out here; we just keep taking turns.
I would never understand photography, the sneaky, murderous taxidermy of it.
I tried not to think about my life. I did not have any good solid plans for it long-term - no bad plans either, no plans at all - and the lostness of that, compared with the clear ambitions of my frie...
I looked in vain for LaRoue, my cruelty toward her now in me like a splinter, where it would sit for years in my helpless memory, the skin growing around; what else can memory do? It can do nothing; I...
I am stealing more and more money. I keep it in my top drawer beneath my underwear, along with my diaphragm and lipstick and switchblade—these are things a woman needs
His eyes were caught in the headlights of something - foreign policy?
Everyone these days was defensive about their lives. Everyone had settled.
But I keep thinking love should be like a tree. You look at trees and they've got bumps and scars from tumors, infestations, what have you, but they're still growing. Despite the bumps and bruises, th...