But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.
But I’m ravenous for news, any kind of news; even if it’s false news, it must mean something. We
Better never means better for everyone, he says. It always means worse, for some.
Being socially retarded is like being mentally retarded, it arouses in others disgust and pity and the desire to torment and reform.
Attack, voraciouseating, and flight:it’s a sound routinefor staying alive on edges.
And then everything went on very quietly for a fortnight, says Dr. Jordan. He is reading aloud from my confession.Yes Sir, it did, I say. More or less quietly.What is everything? How did it go on?I be...
And the Internet was such a jumble of false and true factoids that no one believed what was on it any more, or else they believed all of it, which amounted to the same thing.
And I wondered what would become of me, and comforted myself that in a hundred years I would be dead and at peace, and in my grave; and I thought it might be less trouble altogether, to be in it a goo...
Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!
Alone is how she feels, alone is how she'll always be. You're used to solitude, she tells herself. Be a stoic.Then she's enfolded.She'd waited so long, she'd given up waiting. She'd longed for this, a...
All that wasted time, and he didn’t even know who’d wasted it.
All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.
After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.
A sad pretty girl inspires the urge to console, unlike a sad old crone.
A noite cai. Ou caiu a noite. Por que a noite cai, em vez de subir como o raiar do dia? Contudo, se você olhar para o leste, ao pôr-do-sol, pode ver a noite subindo, não caindo; a escuridão se eleva e...
A divorce is like an amputation, you survive but there's less of you.
That's what Hiltler exemplified: not the triumph of evil but the failure of reason.
Eating fireis your ambition: to swallow the flame downtake it into your mouthand shoot it forth, a shout or an incandescenttongue, a wordexploding from you in gold, crimson,unrolling in a brilliant sc...
Is what they say, and sometimes , as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don't go an...
There’s often more in silences than in what is actually said – in the lips pressed together, the head turned away, the quick sideways glance. The shoulders drawn up as if carrying a heavy weight.