At the possibility of truly being seen, something in his chest seemed to snap open like a parachute.
As any two people who have ever dressed in matching pajamas will attest, it was surprisingly effective.
Approaching the Williamsburg Bridge - not really certain of how he had managed to find himself there - he experienced an extraordinary moment of buoyancy, of grace. There was a lot more traffic now, b...
And yet for all that I still had never gotten used to the breathtaking impermanence of things.
An excess of the desire to appear grown up is one of the defining characteristics of adolescence.
A patchwork of expedients, conflicting principles, innovations nobody understood, holdovers that ought to have been taken off the books years ago. Yet in the midst of modern confusion, fundamental
A gin and tonic under its tiny canopy of lime, I said, elevates character and makes for enlightened conversation
She deferred to her partner, to the virtuoso hands of Gwen Shanks, freaky-big, fluid as a couple of tide-pool dwellers, cabled like the Golden Gate Bridge.
And like a lot of grieving people who keep a habitual distance from their emotions, he thought that being alone was what he needed.
There was a general impression of imminent catastrophe and red lipstick.
The kind of person who in one moment could guess, with breathtaking coldness, at the innermost sorrow in your heart, and in the next moment turn and, with a cheery wave of farewell, march blithely thr...
Stories make life so much better.
Saddlebags and called for water to be heated. He knelt and removed his outer tunic and rolled the white sleeves of the inner one. He rubbed astringent oil into his hands and along his forearms to the...
It was the insoluble problems—the false leads and the cold cases—that reflected the true nature of things.
It was not a confidence in his own abilities that seemed to direct Tracy Bacon so much as an assuredness of being welcome wherever he went. He was golden and beautiful,
Because it was a drunken perception, it was perfect, entire, and lasted about half a second. I
A momentary gain in one’s own sense of shared despair, shared nullity, shared rapture, shared loneliness, shared broken-hearted glee;
Wait, no, fuck cheese. Cheese is all about spores and, and, molds and all that shit. Maybe cheese is trying to colonize our brains, too. Cheese and music duking it out for control of the human nervous...
WHAT’S SO GREAT ABOUT WOMEN, ANYWAY? And, lower: HEY, EVERY WOMAN, PAL, IS A VOLUME OF STORIES A CATALOGUE OF MOVEMENTS A SPECTACULAR ARRAY OF IMAGES Then: PLUS THERE’S THE MYSTERY OF LEARNING ABOUT H...
Thus while claiming, on the one hand, a dubiously ahistorical, archetypical source for the superhero idea in the Jungian vastness of legend, we dissolve its true universality in a foaming bath of peri...