As far as one journeys, as much as a man sees, from the turrets of the TajMahal to the Siberian wilds, he may eventually come to an unfortunateconclusion —usually while he's lying in bed, staring at t...
We are all anthologies. We are each thousands of pages long, filled with fairy tales and poetry, mysteries and tragedy, forgotten stories in the back no one will ever read. The most we can do is hold...
It's not fair.It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.
When men desire each other, they crash together like wrecking balls, quenching their need right then and there, as if the world were about to end.
Life had been a suit I'd only put on for special occasions. Most of the time I kept it in the back of my closet, forgetting it was there. We were meant to die when it was barely stitched anymore, when...
Into that empty form they could unload the grief and regret of their own lives, be rid of it, feel lucky and light for a few days, comforted by the thought, At least that wasn’t me.
Time leeches most horror and pain from our memories.
Life does not belong to you. It is the apartment you rent. Love without fear, for love is an airplane that carries you to new lands. There is a universe in silence. A tunnel to peace in a scream. Get...
Mögest du für die Wahrheit kämpfen -, für deine eigene Wahrheit, nicht für die Wahrheit anderer
Sometimes people surprise the hell outta you. Sometimes they can tear your heart out and turn it to putty, can’t they?
It was cheerful inside, without the aggressive Easy Rider feel of some of the other tattoo parlors in the city, where the handle-jawed thugs wielding the tattoo guns looked like ink was just a side jo...
Somewhere in a woman's room there is always something, an object, a detail, that is her, wholly and unapologetic.
…how monstrous the people you loved could be.
You journalists bulldoze life's mysteries, ignorant of what you're so ruthlessly turning up.
All happy families resemble one another, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way, and when it comes to the Holiday Season, happy families can abruptly become unhappy and unhappy families can...
It is adorable and healthily childlike secretly to believe in fairy tales, but the instant one articulates such viewpoints to other people, one goes from darling to dumbo, from childlike to chillingly...
It felt as if we'd been to war together. Deep in a jungle, alone, I had relied on them, these strangers. They'd held me up in ways only people could. When it was over, an ending never felt like an end...
There was an unspoken understanding that when a reporter chased a story, hunches and theories became airborne and other reporters could catch them like a cold.
We're living longer, we social network alone with our , and our depth of feeling gets shallower. Soon it'll be nothing but a tide pool, then a thimble of water, then a .
There might be a Starbucks on every corner and an iPhone at every ear, but don’t worry, people are still fucking crazy.
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