Over the last couple of years, the photos of me when I was a kid... well, they've started to give me a little pang or something - not unhappiness, exactly, but some kind of quiet, deep regret... I kee...
One of the reasons I wanted to write this column, I think, is because I assumed that the cultural highlight of my month would arrive in book form, and that’s true, for probably eleven months of the ye...
Nobody should have children just because it made the photo library on the computer more interesting.
Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as mere consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over...
Marcus was difficult simply because he frequently gave the impression that he was merely stopping off on this planet on his way to somewhere else, somewhere he might fit in better.
Ma mentre trovavo loro una casa nella sezione saggistica d’arte e letteratura (personalmente trovo che agli scopi domestici il sistema di archiviazione Trivial Pursuit funzioni meglio del Dewey), d’un...
Love, it turns out, is as undemocratic as money, so it accumulates around people who have plenty of it already: the sane, the healthy, the lovable.
Kids must spend half their lives throwing things at the ducks in Regent's Park. How come he managed to pick a duck that pathetic?
Jackie and Phil are the most boring people in the southeast of England, possibly because they've been married too long, and therefore have nothing to talk about, apart from how long they've been marri...
I’ve never done anything like this before. None of us had, until we did,
It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.
It was almost as if he had been given a glimpse of what it was like to be human. It wasn't too bad, really; he wouldn't even mind being human on full-time basis
In Bruce Springsteen songs, you can either stay and rot, or you can escape and burn.
If, during his engagement to Edith, someone had tried to explain how lonely marriage could be, he wouldn’t have believed it.
I've developed contours for his elbows and knees and bum, and nobody else quite fits into me in quite the same way
I've been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and frankly speaking, between you and me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.
I'm simply pointing out that what happens to us isn't the whole story. That I continue to exist even when we're not together.
I took her outside on to a little roof terrace that looked like it never got the sun at nay time of the day r year, but there was a picnic table and a grill out there anyway. Those little grills are e...
I have tried to live with women who share a similar sensibility to mine, with predictably disastrous consequences, but the opposite route seems every bit as hopeless.
I am cowed—by her intelligence, and her ferocity, and the way she’s always right. Or at least, she’s always right enough to shut me up. 5.