Unless you have a life of great importance, she said, regrets are stupid, crumpled-up tickets to a circus that has already left town.
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...
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...
She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love.
Sarah'nın gülmek yerine, Komik, ya da gülümsemek yerine, İlginç, ya da Aptal zırva geri zekâlının tekisin, demek yerine, Şey, sanırım bu ondan biraz daha karmaşık, diyen kadınlardan olmasından korktum...
Quilty grimaces. I don’t like what comes after ‘dicker.’ What is that? Quilty sighs. Dickest. I mean, really: it’s not a contest!
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 a form of terrorism not to bomb this town.
It is like having a book out from the library.It is like constantly having a book out from the library.
Irrigation sprinklers like the skeletons of brontosauruses. -Tassie Keltjin
I would never understand photography, the sneaky, murderous taxidermy of it.
I said nothing. If she wasn't careful, everyone would rush out of her life, life out of a burning building.
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 felt nothing like a horse, whose instincts I knew were to run and run. I had mostly in life tried to stand still like a glob of coral so as not to be spotted by sharks. But now I had crawled out ont...
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
Her body was a mix of thin and plump, her skin lined and unlined, in that rounding-the-corner-to-fifty way. , he chanted silently, .
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...
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...
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...