And when somebody comes up to me with big hair and gobs of makeup on and says, 'Can I help you,' it's all I can do not to scream, 'Bitch, you can't even help yourself.
I have no useful theories about love and marriage.
Стаята бе изпълнена с онази особена тишина, която се среща в хотелите, специално отглеждана тишина, съвършено неестествена, плътно затиснала субстрат от скърцане, скрибуцане, бълбукане, клокочене и зв...
Иногда разделяющая нас ткань рвётся и в прореху просвечивает любовь. Иногда прореха эта на удивление мала.
Who knows what succession of girls and boys sneak in through the sliding glass doors at night, after the mother has sunk to the bottom of her own private lake, with the help of Absolut and Klonopin?
What happened? You were there, you must have seen it. I keep thinking there must be something I don’t remember. I’ve got a decent job, I have lovers and friends. So why do I feel so numb and separate?...
We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes...
We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowl...
This is what you do. You make a future for yourself out of the raw material at hand.
There is something exciting about this. Peter still doesn't want to have sex with Mizzy, but there is something thrilling about downing a shot of vodka with another man who happens to be naked. There'...
There is so little love in the world.
The vestibule door opens onto a June morning so fine and scrubbed Classira pauses at the threshold as she would at the edge of a pool, watching the turquoise water lapping at the tiles, the liquid net...
She'll be willing to meet someone who can hold her interest for more than a few months, and that guy will teach her about domestic deepenings, the modest reliable thrill of the familiar, which as almo...
She will never mention to Leonard that she'd planned on fleeing, even for a few hours. As if he were the one in need of care and comfort--as if he were the one in danger.
She is better, she is safer, if she rests in Richmond; if she does not speak too much, write too much, feel too much; if she does not travel impetuously to London and walk through its streets; and yet...
Peter hesitates. Ridiculous is the least of it. How about offensive, insulting? How about the implication that someone who's never used is a sad and small figure, standing on the platform, sensibly dr...
Mizzy has, again, wandered into the garden, like a child who feels no fealty to adult conversation.
It's the world, you live in it, even if some boy has made a fool of you.
It is only after knowing him for some time that you begin to realize you are, to him, an essentially fictional character, one he has invested with nearly limitless capacities for tragedy and comedy no...
If I were thinking clearly, Leonard, I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark. And that only I can know, only I can understand my own condition. You live with the threat, yo...