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.
Did she think it was temporary? Or maybe that was the point of love: not to think.
وینسنت همسری دارد به نام هلنا. او یونانی است و موهای بلندی دارد. رنگشان کردهاست. میخواستم مبادی آداب باشم و نگویم که رنگشان کردهاست اما فکر نمیکنم برایش اهمیتی داشته باشد اگر دیگران هم بدانند رن...
Where did they go, those things we did?
Was all this real to her? Did she think it was temporary? Or maybe that was the point of love: not to think.
This person mourns the fact that she has ruined her one chance to be loved by everyone; as this person climbs into bed, the weight of this tragedy seems to bear down upon this person’s chest. And it i...
Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.
The boy was growing bored and this was a form of growing up.
She fired him on the spot—her face shaking with regret about things she had not nipped while they were still in the bud.
People love to make life harder than it has to be.
People are always breaking through, like in the Doors song 'Break on Through (To the Other Side)'. But I really had. I had broken through twice now, and my feeling about the universe was that it was p...
If you were wise enough to know that this life would consist mostly of letting go of things you wanted, then why not get good at the letting go, rather than the trying to have? These exotic revelation...
I supposed this was one reason why people got married, to make a fiction that was tellable. It wasn’t just movies that couldn’t contain the full cast of characters — it was us. We had to winnow life d...
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 kept getting older while he stayed young, my tiny husband.
I could see it so clearly, the zygote-shiney and bulbous, filled with the electric memory of being two but now dammed with the eternal loneliness of being just one.
He drank the cotton-candy milk from the day at the pier. The last batch was from the morning she left and this milk was full of plans I didn't know about. When he finished that bottle she was really g...