There is something comforting, thinks Mack, in embracing someone the same size as you.
Life is sad. Here is someone.
I want to pretend there's such a thing as requited love. As the endurance of love.
I was Baptist and had always prayed, in a damp squint, for things not to happen. Sils was a Catholic, and so she prayed for things to happen, for things to come true. She prayed for love here and now....
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...
This was my modest dream come true: unambitious flight. The kind that never even got high enough for a view.
Pleasantness was the machismo of the Midwest. There was something athletic about it. You flexed your face into a smile and let it hover there like the dare of a cat.
The turkeys I eat are raised on farms. They're different. They've signed on the dotted line.
Mostly, however, he had books about love. He believed in studying his own heart this way.
The key to marriage, she concluded, was just not to take the thing too personally.
An agony. The exit like the entrance - but reversed. A palindrome: gut-tug.
One of the problems with people in Chicago, she remembered, was that they were never lonely at the same time. Their sadness occurred in isolation, lurched and spazzed, sent them spinning fizzly back i...
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...
These were the sorts of notions that had been raised in all my classes, and we had chased them round and round like dogs maddened by their tails.
Una vida así requería una autoestima exagerada. Suponía tener cantidades excesivas de esperanza y desesperación, y ponerlas al tuntún, como países tercermundistas del continente de las emociones.
Love drains from you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop...
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
She had, without realizing it at the time, learned to follow Nick's gaze, learned to learn his lust...his desires remained memorized within her. She looked at the attractive women he would look at...S...
I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable about this, he says.Say: Hey. I am a very cool person. I am tough. Show him your bicep.
They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.
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