Perhaps they were looking for passion; perhaps they delved into this book as into a mysterious parcel - a gift box at the bottom of which, hidden in layers of rustling tissue paper, lay something they...
Oblivion is increasingly attractive to the young, and even to the middle-aged, since why retain your brain when no amount of thinking can even begin to solve the problem?
Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.
Nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, as anyone knows who has tasted both.
Money does talk, but it has a limited vocabulary.
Maybe none of this is about control. Maybe it isn't really about who can own whom, who can do what to whom and get away with it, even as far as death. [...] Maybe it's about who can do what to whom an...
Maybe it’s about who can do what to whom and be forgiven for it.
I’m not used to girls, or familiar with their customs. I feel awkward around them, I don’t know what to say. I know the unspoken rules of boys, but with girls I sense that I am always on the verge of...
It's okay, mummy's in there lying on the floor. She'll be alright in an hour or so.
It was true, I took too much for granted; I trusted fate, back then.
If they want a monster so badly they ought to be provided by one.
I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart. If you'd wanted the narrative line you should have asked earlier, when I still knew everything and was...
I would never blame a human creature for feeling lonely.
I wasn't even sure I wanted a man in my life again; by that time I'd exhausted the notion that the answer to a man is another man, and I was out of breath.
I was tired of her getting away with being so young.
I used to jog but it's bad for the knees. Too much beta carotene turns you orange, too much calcium gives you kidney stones. Health kills.
I marvel again at the nakedness of men's lives: the showers right out in the open, the body exposed for inspection and comparison, the public display of privates. What is it for? What purposes of reas...
I learned about religion the way most children learned about sex, [in the schoolyard]. . . . They terrified me by telling me there was a dead man in the sky watching everything I did and I retaliated...
I hunger to commit the act of touch.
I grew sodden with light; my skin on the inside glowed a dull red.