Good writing takes place at intersections, at what you might call knots, at places where the society is snarled or knotted up.
Το περιεχόμενο [των περιοδικών] ήταν υπόσχεση. Μιλούσαν για μεταμορφώσεις, γαργαλούσαν με μια ατέλειωτη σειρά από δυνατότητες, όλο και πιο προωθημένες, όπως τα είδωλα σε δυο καθρέπτες τοποθετημένους α...
While he himself puts them on, like a sock over a foot, onto the stub of himself, his extra, sensitive thumb, his tentacle, his delicate, stalked slug's eye, which extrudes, expands, winces, and shriv...
Whatever else women want to see, it's not themselves; not in their worst light anyway.
What is ‘belief’ but a willingness to suspend the negatives?
The best and most cost-effective way to control women for reproductive and other purposes was through women themselves. For this there were many historical precedents; in fact, no empire imposed by fo...
Stringing up rival kings on trees, rejoicing in piles of heads – there was an element of childish glee in all of that.
She was beginning to emerge from the initial sex-induced coma created by him through
On the Street of Dreams it was dream eat dream.
Nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. There's nobody here I can love, all the people I could love are dead or elsewhere. Who knows where they are or what their names are now? Th...
Left lipstick imprints the shape of grateful, rubbery sighs...
Her face might be kindly if she would smile
He hasn’t yet taken to crapping on the carpet and destroying the furniture and whining for meals, but close.
He doesn't know it, but this touching she does is not only compassionate, but possessive.
A flayed body untangledstring by string and hungto the wall, an agonized bannerdisplayed for the same reasonflags are.
[T]he mothers who had sold their children felt empty and sad. They felt as if this act, done freely by themselves (no one had forced them, no one had threatened them) had not been performed willingly....
Young girls have such sweet tooths. Or is that sweet teeth?
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...
You're not my real parents, every child has thought. I'm not your real child. But with orphans, it's true. What freedom, to thumb your nose authentically!
You think I'm not a goddess?Try me.