I don't want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong,...
I can tell you're admiring my febrility. I know it's appealing, I practice at it; every woman loves an invalid. But be careful. You might do something destructive: hunger is more basic than love. Flor...
I am tempted to think that to be despised by her sex is a very great compliment to a woman.
I am not my childhood,' Snowman says out loud.
He's lost something, some illusion I used to think was necessary to him. He's come to realize he too is human. Or is this a performance, for my benefit, to show me he's up-to-date? Maybe men shouldn't...
God is a cluster of neurons.
But Jimmy, you should know. All sex is real.
All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn't be that hard.
All observations of life are harsh, because life is.
Actually, they took turns trying to avoid being the victims. That's the whole point about war!
To take that risk, to offer life and remain alive, open yourself like this and become whole.
You're sad because you're sad.It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.Go see a shrink or take a pill,or hug your sadness like an eyeless dollyou need to sleep.Well, all children are sadbut some get...
He might die for her, but living for her would be quite different.
Buttons were made from wood and bone, and the fancier ones from cow horns. These last two materials could be obtained for next to nothing from the several abattoirs in the vicinity, and as for the woo...
And each of his voices left his body in a different colored soul and floated up towards the sun still singing.
[A]nother thing about myths: they gather in and circumscribe their target audience. They make a collection into a collective.
You shouldn’t have forged my handwriting, I said to Laura privately. I couldn’t forge Richard’s. It’s too different from ours. Yours was a lot easier. Handwriting is a personal thing. It’s like steali...
You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you can’t get me out of the story. I’m the plot, babe, and don’t e...
You can forget who you are if you're alone too much.
When you can't tell the difference between your own pleasure and your pain then you're an addict.