How strange to remember typewriters, with their jammed keys and snarled ribbons and the smudgy carbon paper for copies.
How potent was that word. With. He could never get used to her, she was fresh every time, she was a casketful of secrets. Any moment now she would open herself up, reveal to him the essential thing, t...
How dare she be anything he was annoyed with her for not being?
How can I teach hersome way of being human that won't destroy herI would like to tell her, Loveis enough, I would like to say,Find shelter in another skin.I would like to say, Danceand be happy. Inste...
How can I teach hersome way of being humanthat won’t destroy her?
History, as I recall, was never this winsome, and especially not this clean, but the real thing would never sell: most people prefer a past in which nothing smells.
His view of the world featured swift disasters set against a background of lurking doom, my cooking did nothing to contradict it.
His time, what a bankrupt idea, as if he’s been given a box of time belonging to him alone, stuffed to the brim with hours and minutes that he can spend like money. Trouble is, the box has holes in it...
Her glass wings are gone.
He'd wanted us to be more like boys, and now we were. You don't teach boys to be charming. It makes people think they are devious.
He throws out radiance, it must be reflected sun. Why isn't everyone staring?
He needed to exist only in the present, without guilt, without expectation.
Fraternize means to behave like a brother. Luke told me that. He said there was no corresponding word that meant to behave like a sister. Sororize, it would have to be, he said. From the Latin.
Fake it, I scream at myself inside my head. You must remember how. Let's get this over with or you'll be here all night. Bestir yourself. Move your flesh around, breathe audibly. It's the least you ca...
Extreme good, extreme evil: the abilities required are similar.
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 sex was no longer what it had once been, though he was still as addicted to it as ever. He felt jerked around by his own dick, as if the rest of him was merely an inconsequential knob that happen...
Encyclopedia-selling was known to be the last resort of the feckless, the inept, and the desperate
Ed, knows power corrupts, they’ll have experienced that first-hand. They’ll see how I’d be tempted to use my own power for personal reasons. They may not approve of that, but they’ll buy