It had not occurred to me that it would get this bad, that indignity would dance upon bloodshed.
I was going to die and it was taking forever.
I expelled my dust, the powder of everything I had destroyed with doubt, and he pulled it into his lungs.
I decided, right there in the darkness of the hallway, that I wanted this.
For the first six months I just walked around in a constant state of amazement. I looked at other couple and wondered how they could be so calm about it. They held hands as if they weren't even holdin...
Fear was for poor people. Maybe this was the happiest I’d ever been.
But as the sun rose I crested the mountain of my self-pity and remembered I was always going to die at the end of this life anyway. What did it really matter if I spent it like this—caring for this bo...
Would she understand that time had stopped while she was gone.
They wordlessly excused each other for not loving each other as much as they had planned to. There were empty rooms in the house where they had meant to put their love, and they worked together to fil...
The singer was lifted up and illuminated with gratitude, not for any one thing, but for the whole of his life, even for the agony. Even in Latin you could tell he was thanking God for the agony in par...
Sometimes I looked at her sleeping face, the living flesh of it, and was overwhelmed by how precarious it was to love a living thing. She could die simply from lack of water. It hardly seemed safer th...
Sometimes I lie in bed trying to decide which of my friends I truly care about, and I always come to the same conclusion: none of them.
She never inquired, but she never recoiled, either. This is a quality that I look for in a person, not recoiling.
One reason Helena and I would never be close friends is that I am about half as tall as she. People tend to stick to their own size group because it’s easier on the neck. Unless they are romantically...
It would require constant vigilance to not replace each person with my own fictional version of them.
If you are sad, ask yourself why you are sad. Then pick up the phone and call someone and tell him the answer to the question. If you don't know anyone, call the operator and tell him. Most people don...
I looked out the window for other passengers in love with their drivers, but we were well disguised, we pretended boredom and prayed for traffic.
I explained about how we were in Rick’s hands and also how he had washed his hands.
Ce n’est pas de votre faute.
After passionately nursing this idea for about an hour, I suddenly had another idea: no I wouldn't. Of course I wouldn't make an entire city out of cereal boxes in the basement. The moment I had this...