To show you the uselessness of the truth, he said.
I don't believe that intelligence can be reduced to a number, frankly. But I can see how doing exactly that produces a useful sorting mechanism in our society in order to separate children into catego...
I usually get up between 7 A.M. and 8 A.M., have coffee, and go right to work. It's really important not to get sidetracked in the morning so I'm still in that dreamy state for my writing.
Because I didn't move here to fall in love. The desire for love is universal but that has never meant it's worthy of respect. it's not admirable to want love it just is.
I should get one of those T-shirts that says ORGASM DONOR, he said.
I don’t know if it’s revolutionary not to work, she had told me, but it’s better. When you sell your body you are what you do. You’re yourself and you get paid for it, or so she had thought at the tim...
I tried to explain this to Nadine, but she kept interrupting me.
Enchantment means to want something and also to know, somewhere inside yourself, not an obvious place, that you aren’t going to get it.
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By caring just that much less than whatever you ante as indifference.
If there was no imperative, it was not love.
But since you bring it up, Didier, you know what I think of language? That it’s a fake horizon and there’s something else, a real truthful thing, but language is keeping us from it. And I think we sho...
Seks is geen ruilhandel, het is een schenkeconomie.
It was only a motorcycle but it felt like a mode of being.
It wasn’t quite a romantic infatuation. There are levels of readiness. Young girls don’t entertain the idea of sex, their body and another’s together. That comes later, but there isn’t nothing before...
Jesus’ Son by Denis Johnson.
At the end of Th Brother's K, Alyosha asks the children to always remember the good feeling they share, in praising and celebrating the life of their beloved dead friend, the lost child. Remember this...
Before she was lost to the Tenderloin, north of Fascination, up in the boisterous and dirty hotels that formed the pearls on the chain of her bare life, barer even than mine.
Lovers offered only what they offered and nothing more, and what they offered came with provisos.
Most unexpected was the sadness that followed on the heels of pleasure, like smoke from an extinguished candle.
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