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It’s got to be some kind of cult. Anyone offers you Kool-Aid or a hot shower, say .
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...
Man's wobbly little mind isn't equipped for hauling around the great unknowns.
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...
—even in hardened criminals, they were just air pockets lodged under debris at the bottom of an ocean. It might take an earthquake, or you scuba diving down there, sifting through the sludge, but thei...
Time leeches most horror and pain from our memories.
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...
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.
Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, for, everything around you. And if it were opened, would anything...
Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, for, everything around you.
But it could also be an enslavement, , to keep searching for , keep plunging down, down to the lonely chambers of the sea. .It was a tragic thing to do, like looking for Eden.
Millions of people walked through their lives numb, dying to feel something, to feel alive. To be chosen by Cordova for a film was an opportunity for just that, not simply for fame and fortune, but to...
The truth about what happens to us in this world keeps changing ... it never stops.
Funnily enough, it is the subject one dreads talking about at length one ends up talking about at length, often without the slightest provocation.
Somewhere in a woman's room there is always something, an object, a detail, that is her, wholly and unapologetic.
Have you the world lately, McGrath? The cruelty, the lack of connection? If you're an artist, I'm sure you can't help but wonder what it's all for. We're living longer, we social network alone with o...
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.
The trying to change what they think, the attempt to explain, the hope they’ll come to see your side of things, it was exhausting because it never made a dent and afterward you only ached unbearably.
It appeared in the Internet age, pianos, like physical books, were fast becoming culturally extinct. They'd probably stay that way unless Apple invented the iPiano, which fit inside your pocket and co...
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