That was the original idea, but once you’ve got a controlled population with a wall around it and no oversight, you can do anything you want.
Stick a shovel into the ground almost anywhere and some horrible thing or other will come to light. Good for trade, we thrive on bones; without them there'd be no stories.
Stan got the message. He allowed the chicken assignations. What did that make him? A chicken pimp. Better than dead.
Sometimes in the dusk he runs up and down on the sand, flinging stones at the ocean and screaming, Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! He feels better afterwards.
Some days I do appreciate things more, eggs, flowers, but then I decide I'm only having an attack of sentimentality, my brain going pastel Technicolor, like a beautiful-sunset greeting cards they used...
Snowman wakes before dawn.
Siren SongThis is the one song everyonewould like to learn: the songthat is irresistible:the song that forces mento leap overboard in squadronseven though they see beached skullsthe song nobody knowsb...
She's on some mission or other - feeding the Third World poor, soothing the dying; expiating the sins of the rest of us. A fruitless task - our sins are a bottomless pit, and there's lots more there t...
She who weeps when the sun’s in sky, Will never pile the platter high.
She had her reasons. Not that they were the same as anybody else's reasons.
Possibly, then, writing has to do with darkness, and a desire or perhaps a compulsion to enter it, and, with luck, to illuminate it, and to bring something back out to the light.
Pienso en todas las cosas que se han escrito sobre mí: que soy un demonio inhumano, que soy una víctima inocente de un sinvergüenza que me forzó en contra de mi voluntad y con riesgo de mi propia vida...
One and one and one and one doesn't equal four. Each one remains unique, there is no way of joining them together. They cannot be exchanged, one for the other. They cannot replace each other.
Once she wasn't supposed to like it. To have her in a position she didn't like, that was power. Even if she liked it she had to pretend she didn't. Then she was supposed to like it. To make her do som...
On these occasions I read quickly, voraciously, almost skimming, trying to get as much into my head as possible before the next long starvation. If it were eating it would be gluttony of the famished;...
On the way home from school we go to the record store... [Cordelia] expects me to roll my eyes in ecstasy, the way she does; she expects me to groan. She knows the rituals, she knows how we're suppose...
Of late the three of them wouldn’t even let him dry the dishes because he’d dropped too many of them on the floor. He’d done that on purpose, since it was useful to be considered inept when it came to...
Nothing wrecks your nails like a lethal pandemic plague,
Nothing like love to put bloodback in the language,the difference between the beach and itsdiscrete rocks and shards, a hardcuneiform, and the tender cursiveof waves; bone and liquid fishegg, desertan...
Not me, said Jimmy, trying to joke. I don’t have a price. Wrong, as usual.