Spend this in remembrance of me.
She wasn't stupid. She just didn't want to put her neuron power into long sentences.
She probably has a row of men's dicks nailed to her wall, like stuffed animal heads.
Potential has a shelf life.
Perhaps its not the world that is soundless but we who are deaf.
I’m losing the appetite for strangers. Once I would have focused on the excitement, the hazard; now it’s the mess, the bother. Getting your clothes off gracefully, always such an impossibility; thinki...
Happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked
Fear is a powerful stimulant.
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arriv...
Falling in love, although it resulted in altered body chemistry and was therefore real, was a hormonally induced delusional state, according to him. In addition it was humiliating, because it put you...
By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are.
But in life, a tragedy is not one long scream. It includes everything that led up to it. Hour after trivial hour, day after day, year after year, and then the sudden moment: the knife stab, the shell...
As we know from the study of history, no new system can impose itself upon a previous one without incorporating many of the elements to be found in the latter...
All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.
A Paradox, the doughnut hole. Empty space, once, but now they've learned to market even that. A minus quantity; nothing, rendered edible. I wondered if they might be used-metaphorically, of course-to...
Where do the words gowhen we have said them?
What thumbsuckers we all are...when it comes to mothers.
Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. If you can bend space you can bend time also, and if you knew enough and could move faster than light you could travel backward in tie...
This thing I'm doing can hardly be called living. Instead I'm lying dormant, like a bacterium in a glacier. Getting time over with. That's all.
The summer dresses are unpacked and hanging in the closet, two of them, pure cotton, which is better than synthetics like the cheaper ones, though even so, when it's muggy, in July and August, you swe...