He had been with me, but he wasn't with me now, we had been walking along a street like this one and then the future swept over us and we were separated. He was in the distance now, across the ocean,...
He feels like saying that of course there’s lint on Mr. Wiggly, or dust at any rate, or maybe rust; what does she expect, because as she is well aware Mr. Wiggly has been on the shelf for some time.
He doesn't understand yet that guilt comes to you not from the things you've done, but from the things that others have done to you.
Fuck that shit, I told them, I've started this and I'm going to finish it.
From nowhere, a word appears: Mesozoic. He can see the word, he can hear the word, but he can't reach the word. He can't attach anything to it. This is happening too much lately, this dissolution of m...
For it is not always the one that strikes the blow that is the actual murderer; and Mary was done to death by that unknown gentleman, as surely as if he'd taken the knife and plunged it into her body...
Fear is synonymous with the future, and the future consists of forked roads, I should say forking roads, because the roads are forking all the time, like slow lightning. A road is a process, not a loc...
Everything in his life was temporary, ungrounded. Language itself had lost its solidity; it had become thin, contingent, slippery, a viscid film on which he was sliding around like an eyeball on a pla...
Everyone’s too sad for everything.
Even an obvious fabrication is some comfort when you have few others.
Each of the five tribes claims to have been the victorious attacker. Each recalls the slaughter with relish. Each believes it was ordained by their own god as righteous vengeance, because of the unhol...
Don't blame me, blame history, he says, smiling. Such things happen. Falling in love has been recorded, or at least those words have.
Caught in the act, sinfully Scrabbling. Quick, eat those words.
By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being.
By now you must have guessed: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, Take me to your leaders. ...Instead I will say, Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets,...
By now you know: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, Take me to your leaders. Even I--unused to your ways though I am--would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings...
By contrast, no one in Alphinland ever demanded a blowjob. But then, no one in Alphinland had a toilet either. Toilets weren’t necessary. Why waste time on that kind of routine bodily function when th...
But who can remember pain, once it's over?
But we still find the world astounding, we can't get enough of it; even as it shrivels, even as its many lights flicker and are extinguished (the tigers, the leopard frogs, the plunging dolphin flukes...
But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.