You love because you want to need someone the way you did when you were a child, and have them need you too. You eat well because the intensity of taste reminds you of a need satisfied, a pain relieve...
Well. it's all been interesting,' Hannah declared, standing to leave. 'But if I'm honest, I'd prefer my life to be a lot more mundane from now on.
And so later Hannah was back at the kitchen table in her house. Sitting where she’d sat earlier. Her place. Hannah didn’t know that humankind has a deep-set belief in the idea that we create and maint...
Three
When you meet someone you love, then you change for good. That’s why the other person will never know or understand the earlier you, and why you can never change back. And why, when that person starts...
Welcome to adulthood. Please leave your dreams at the door.
There is no beginning. We are always in the middle.
Power that affects nothing is mere vanity.
I shut my eyes, turned away for a moment, and it came: a shiver of finality like the one when you decide, in your own mind, that you’re going to have to tell someone who loves you that you don’t want...
I guess, like some guy once said, if triangles invented a god, the chances are high it would have three sides.
I cannot remember when I became exhausted instead of merely tired.
Being me is not a fate everyone would enjoy. There are risks, and frequent disappointments. I'm not all that keen on the arrangement myself, to be honest.
I wash with the can of water I set aside the night before, and eat whatever I put next to it. The washing is not strictly necessary but, again, I have always found it a good way to greet the day. You...
You have to accept gifts occasionally, because there are some things you can’t give yourself
One of life’s dreariest truths, my dear, is that something once wonderful can come to seem … ordinary.
In the beginning was the word. So what do you do when the words won’t come? When you don’t know what happens next? You just keep typing.
I hurtled down a path through the middle of a park, past shrubbery so refined it was probably entitled to vote.
I caught one last glimpse of her face, howling something at me.There were too many vowels in what she said, and they were in an unkind order. (Substitutions)
Everything you do is a one-way street.
When you’re a child the world forbears you, allows you your flights of imagination, your feelings of specialness. But sooner or later the privileges are withdrawn, and all you’re left with is a stunne...