If you’d showered you had a competitive edge at the Mars Room. If
It was good to be a stranger in Los Angeles. It was bad to be a stranger in Los Angeles with the company of another stranger in a loud shirt.
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.
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.
On that day, nothing could have seemed more romantic to me, no other scenario more like real courtship, than a Chinese movie and a hand job under a coat.
Seks is geen ruilhandel, het is een schenkeconomie.
She was going to drink after her shift was finished. That kind of drinking where you make a wilderness and tear a path in. You meet someone else there, deep in the woods. Go home together. Claw your w...
The cause of whose tears... could not be found in the traces on her cheeks. ...even as he knew the source of her tears was endless. bottomless and endless and not to be found in their traces. p.194
The important matter of small-town hair p.17
The rest of us lined up for debugging and muumuus.
The woman senses that time is more purely hers if she squanders it and keeps it empty, holds it, feels it pass by, and resists filling it with anything that might put some too-useful dent in its open,...
They toasted Gordon’s departure. To my rustication, Gordon said. Isn’t that when they boot you from Oxford? They just send you down to the country for a while.
To show you the uselessness of the truth, he said.
What had actually been in Valera’s haversack: not a woman’s vulva but grenades, a gas mask, a gun that constantly jammed.
When the police came to San Lorenzo they were fired upon by children and grandmothers with rocks, buckets of water, rotten eggs. There was more of the proletarian shopping, as it was called, that I’d...
Who knew why they waited, I thought, understanding that I, too, had it in me to wait. To expect change to come from outside, to concentrate on the task of meeting it, waiting to meet it, rather than g...
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.
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