The two basic social identities were Normal and Greaser; although a few sophisticated girls wore peace signs, hippies didn't exist, and while a seminal punk band, Iggy and the Stooges, was playing in...
Perhaps it should be obvious: Adultery is a social threat that arouses raw anger and fear, which the bellicose then need to discharge rather than merely feel, traditionally on the philandering wife or...
At times she had thought that this was the only kind of connection you could have with people—intense, inexplicable and ultimately incomplete.
The appeal of perfume is that it is at once ephemeral and empowering. It creates a shimmering invisible armor that lingers in a room long after its wearer has gone and infuses our imagination with a s...
I used to start at about 10 at night and work until early morning. My preferred way to work is to start in the early afternoon and work until about 3, go do errands, have dinner, and then write for a...
Feel like the bright past is coming through the gray present and I want to look at it one more time.
The singer's voice is thin and fake, but it's pretty, and somewhere in the fakery is the true sadness of smallness and failure and believing in beautiful things that aren't real because that's the onl...
Her mouth smiled, smiled hard, but her eyes did not smile, ever. Her eyes watched and looked for something they knew they’d never find.
They say dogs are man’s best friend, he said. But horses are man’s best slave.
Something like riding a horse - which I've recently started doing - requires courage, especially for me, as I started out being actually scared of horses.
Demons lie.
Today I’m Yours. It was a crude and romantic song. But human feeling is crude and romantic.
It's nothing serious, he said. It's just an obsession.
A sad person who is so involved with his sadness that he mistakes it for reality will have a hard time seeing himself as anything but sad. For him, the sadness is not a feeling that he experiences - i...
If the wrong reader comes across the words, they will remain just words. But for the right readers, your vision blooms off the page and is absorbed into their minds like smoke, where it will re-form,...
Everybody wanted to be depressed. But your depression was supposed to be funny, too, and that was what had proved too much for Dolores.
[E]very morning her body worked like the crew of a sinking ship, when all she had to do was get out the door in the morning.
Demons especially enjoy metaphors.
Girl,
Writing is.... being able to take something whole and fiercely alive that exists inside you in some unknowable combination of thought, feeling, physicality, and spirit, and to then store it like a gen...
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