Life Stories: Why hunger for these? One, it fits a hunger. Maybe it is more like bossiness. Maybe we just want to be in charge of the life, no matter who lived it...
Let’s pretend this, let’s pretend that. They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.
Letting yourself go is an alarming notion; it is said of older women who become frowzy and fat, and of things that are sold cheap.Of course there is something to it. I am letting myself go.
Last year I abstainedthis year I devourwithout guiltwhich is also an art
Just because there's a silence it doesn't mean that nothing is going on.
Jimmy, look at it realistically. You can't couple a minimum access to food with an expanding population indefinitely. Homo sapiens doesn't seem to be able to cut himself off at the supply end. He's on...
Jimmy had been full of himself back then, thinks Snowman with indulgence and a little envy. He’d been unhappy too, of course. It went without saying, his unhappiness. He’d put a lot of energy into it.
It’s lack of love we die from.
It's the end of the world every day, for someone.
It's okay, mummy's in there lying on the floor. She'll be alright in an hour or so.
It hasn't escaped me that the object that keeps me alive is the same one that will kill me. In this way it's like love, or a certain kind of it.
In the desert there is no sign that says, Thou shalt not eat stones. — Sufi proverb
Ill winds blow far and find a ready welcome.
If they want a monster so badly they ought to be provided by one.
I used to jog but it’s bad for the knees. Too much beta caroteneturns you orange, too much calcium gives you kidney stones. Health kills.
I try to remember if the past was exactly like this. I'm not sure, now. I know it contained these things, but somehow the mix is different. A movie about the past is not the same as the past
I sang out the words unflinchingly though, as I stomped around the toadstool in clouds of church-basement dust, with a damp Gnome hand clutched in each of mine.
I reproached them all for not having told me of my son's departure, and for not stopping him, until that interfering old biddy Eurycleia confessed that she alone had aided and abetted him.
I reached the privy and emptied the slop pail, and so forth.And so forth, Grace? asks Dr.Jordan.I look at him. Really if he does not know what you do in a privy there is no hope for him.What I did was...
I pray where I am, sitting by the window, looking out through the curtain at the empty garden. I don't even close my eyes. Out there or inside my head, it's an equal darkness. Or light.My God. Who Art...