Můžu Ti říct o holkách jedno tajemství?Ne.Mají rády, když jsi na ně hodný. Překvapilo by tě, jak daleko se se spoustou holek dostaneš, když k nim prostě přijdeš a řekneš: Podle mě jsi skvělá; podle mě...
My little girl, oh, the daughter I never had. Now tell me, angel, are you fucking anybody new?
Most of us are safe. If you're not a delirious dream the gods are having, if your beauty doesn't trouble the constellations, nobody's going to cast a spell on you.
Maybe there is nothing, ever, that can equal the recollection of having been young together.
It’s remarkable, being alive.
It's remarkable, being alive. Being, once again, someone walking through a dust of blowing snow, passing the window of the liquor store, which offers an array of bottles surrounded by tiny blinking li...
It's impossible to imagine, isn't it? Most men probably go through the same motions, more or less, but what's in their minds, what agitates their blood? What could be more mortifyingly personal, what...
It seems good enough; parts seem very good indeed. She has lavish hopes, of course—she wants this to be her best book, the one that finally matches her expectations.
It helps, of course - let's not get carried away - if you'er a young prince like Mizzy, and you've actually got something of value to destroy in the first place.
If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I cant go on spoiling your life any longer. I dont think two people could have be...
I've stayed alive for you. But now you have to let me go
I used to want to be a cheerleader, I told them. Before I decided to just go to hell.
I don't know if I can face this. You know. The party and the ceremony, and then the hour after that, and the hour after that.You don't have to go to the party. You don't have to go to the ceremony. Yo...
How often since then has she wondered what might have happened if she'd tried to remain with him; if she’d returned Richard's kiss on the corner of Bleeker and McDougal, gone off somewhere (where?) wi...
He’ll be successful, finally, this coming Sunday, at the modest ceremony to be held in the living room. It’s all so clear. Tyler will write a beautiful, meaningful song. Barrett will find a love that...
Heaven only knows why we love it so.
He seemed to believe that from such humble, inert elements as flour, shortening, and drab little envelopes of yeast, life itself could be produced.
He moved in a world of chaos of self, fearful and astonished to be here, right here, alive in a pine-paneled bedroom.
All my life I could do anything. I could do anything, really. Except the one thing I wanted
. . he felt himself entering a moment so real he could only run toward it, shouting.