How the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
God bless the man with the beard, the missing teeth and the poverty Ritchie
Caughtoutedness. Some examples: People jumping out of alleys. Schoolteachers suddenly being aware of every sin you’ve ever committed. Police showing up at the door each time a leaf turns or a distant...
A letter to her for? You have to put up with her every day. Papa was schmunzel
You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.
You can kill a man with those words.No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.
You can do anything when it's not real.When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.
You bastards, she said. You lovely bastards.
Yes, I'm often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt...
Words are life
With the curtains clamped tight, he would sleep on the floor with a cushion beneath his head, as the fire slipped away and turned to ash. In the morning he would return to the basement. A voiceless hu...
Whoever named Himmel Street certainly had a healthy sense of irony. Not that is was a living hell. It wasn't. But is sure as hell wasn't heaven, either.
Who could step in while I take a break in your stock-standard resort-style vacation destination, whether it be tropical or of the ski trip variety? The answer, of course, is nobody,
When they arrived in full, the noise of their feet throbbed on top of the road. Their eyes were enormous in their starving skulls. And the dirt. The dirt was molded to them . . . Their feet could bare...
When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.
When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.
When death has a story to tell, you listen.
When death captures me, the boy vowed, he will feel my fist on his face. Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.
When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.'Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry.Yes.I like that a lot.
What?! Tommy shouted. His face twitched