Because you may think a bed is a peaceful thing, Sir, and to you it may mean rest and comfort and a good night's sleep. But it isn't so for everyone; and there are many dangerous things that may take...
At school, he enacted a major piece of treachery against his parents. His right hand was Evil Dad, and his left was Righteous Mom. Evil Dad blustered and theorized and dished out pompous bullshit. Rig...
As his editor put it, Yeah, it’s a piece of shit, but it’s good shit.
As for you, she'd say to me, you're just a backlash. Flash in the pan. History will absolve me. But
As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.
And they’re smiling at her, not half-smiles either, but full-on total-face smiles that are only partly fake.
And he couldn't stand to be nothing, to know himself to be nothing. He needs to be listened to, he needs to be heard. He needs at least the illusion of being understood.
All those years I'd kept an outline of my father in my head, like a chalk line enclosing a father-shaped space. When I was little, I'd coloured it in often enough. But those colours had been too brigh...
All of this was understood, and if not condoned, at least pardoned.
All observations of life are harsh, because life is. I lament that fact, but I cannot change it.
According to Tobias, it was more difficult to seduce a stupid woman than an intelligent one because stupid women could not understand innuendo or even connect cause with effect.
A story is like a letter. Dear You, I'll say. Just you, without a name. Attaching a name attaches you to the world of fact, which is riskier, more hazardous: who knows what the chances are out there,...
A road is a process, not a location.
A river shaped her,smoothed her with sand and batteredher against the shore, and sheresisted, she is still here.
A puff of air—whuff!—hits his ears, blows out the candle. He can't be bothered relighting it, because the bourbon is taking over. He'd rather stay in the dark. He can sense Oryx drifting towards him o...
There goes this day, down to where all the other days have gone, each one carrying something away with it.
And nostalgia swept through Jimmy like a sudden hunger.
I was shut up inside that doll of myself and my true voice could not get out.
. . they lurk passively, like vampire sheep
There are some women who seem to be born without fear just as there are people who are born without the ability to feel pain. ... Providence appears to protect such women maybe out of astonishment.