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'...
Abby began to think that all the beauty and ugliness and turbulence one found scattered through nature, one could also find in people themselves, all collected there, all together in a single place. N...
The key to marriage, she concluded, was just not to take the thing too personally.
Quilty grimaces. I don’t like what comes after ‘dicker.’ What is that? Quilty sighs. Dickest. I mean, really: it’s not a contest!
You are too gifted a person to be living in a state that borders on North Dakota.
When misfortune accumulated, I could feel now, it strafed you to the thinness of a nightgown, sheared you to the sheerness of a slip.
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...
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...
At all the funerals for love, love had its neat trick of making you mourn it so much, it reappeared. Popped right up from the casket. Or, if it didn't reappear itself, it sent a relative of startling...
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.
Philosophize: you are a mistress, part of a great hysterical you mean historical tradition.
It would be a combination of comfort and surprise an audience might appreciate.
The prospect of a war has seized his brain. It engages some old, ongoing terror in him. As a former soldier, he still believes in armies. But he believes in armies at rest, armies relaxing, armies sho...
Then, when it didn't crash, when you succeeded in keeping it aloft with your own worthlessness, all you had to do was stagger off, locate your luggage, and, by the time a cab arrived, come up with a p...
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...
They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.
We used awesome the way the British used brilliant: for anything at all. Perhaps . . . it was a kind of antidepressant: inflated rhetoric to keep the sorry truth at bay.
That is what is wrong with cold people. Not that they have ice in their souls - we all have a bit of that - but that they insist every word and deed mirror that ice. They never learn the beauty or val...
Unless you have a life of great importance, she said, regrets are stupid, crumpled-up tickets to a circus that has already left town.
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.
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