She had her reasons. Not that they were the same as anybody else's reasons.
She doesn’t have to stay locked into place, into this mournful, drawn-out, low-grade misery. She has all kinds of choices and possibilities, and the only thing that’s keeping her away from them is lac...
She did not believe he was a monster. He was not a monster, to her. Probably he had some endearing trait: he whistled, offkey, in the shower, he had a yen for truffles, he called his dog Liebchen and...
Sex is like a drink, it's bad to start brooding about it too early in the day.
Sanity is a valuable possession: I hoard it the way people once hoarded money.
Sanity is a valuable possesion; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.
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...
People dressed in a certain kind of clothing are never wrong. Also they never fart.
Our big mistake was teaching them to read. We won't make that mistake again.
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 the whole she fares better with the men, if they can work their way past the awkward preliminaries; if they can avoid calling her little lady, or saying they weren't expecting her to be so feminine...
On one wall there was a recent watercolour — Saint E.O. Wilson of Hymenoptera
On impulse he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different. He has no talent for monotony.
Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the ge...
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...
Now, it's full night, clear, moonless and filled with stars, which are not eternal as we once thought, which are not where we think they are. If they were sounds, they would be echoes, of something th...
Now she said, I’m up to the four-letter words. And I said, You mean the dirty ones, like shit? And she laughed and said, Worse ones than that. And I said, You mean the c-word and the f-word? and she s...
Nothing wrecks your nails like a lethal pandemic plague,
Not real can tell us about real.