This morning I saw a coyote walking through the sagebrush right at the very edge of the ocean next stop China. The coyote was acting like he was in New Mexico or Wyoming, except that there were whale...
There was a fine thing about that trout. I only wish I could have made a death mask of him. Not of his body though, but of his energy. I don't know if anyone would have understood his body. I put it i...
The truck looked just like a Civil War truck if they'd had trucks back in those times. But the truck ran, even though it didn't have a gas tank.There was an empty fifty-gallon gasoline drum on the bed...
The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen,' I said
The bookstore was a parking lot for used graveyards. Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars. Most of the books were out of print, and no one wanted to read them any more and the people...
The Forgotten Works just go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on. You get the picture. It's a big place, much bigger than we are.
One could think of seagulls. It’s really a very simple thing to do… seagulls: past, present and future passing almost like drums to the sky.
My NameI guess you are kind of curious as to who I am, but I am one of those who do not have a regular name. My name depends on you. Just call me whatever is in your mind.If you are thinking about som...
My God, ma'am, you're so pretty I'd walk ten miles barefooted on a freezing morning to stand in your shit.
Invece di avere soltanto qualche chilometro e talvolta soltanto pochi centimetri tra un problema e l'altro, perché non incrementare la distanza? Sarebbe bello una volta tanto avere 47 chilometri tra u...
If I Should Die Before You DoWhenyou wake upfrom death,you will find yourselfin my arms,andI will bekissing you,and
I saw thousands of pumpkins last nightcome floating in on the tide,bumping up against the rocks androlling up on the beaches;it must be Halloween in the sea
I guess some people lived like Reader's Digest, but I hadn't met any and at that time it seemed doubtful that I ever would
He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.
Everything smelled of sheep. The dandelions were suddenly more sheep than flower, each petal reflecting wool and the sound of a bell ringing off the yellow. But the thing that smelled the most like sh...
Alas, Measured PerfectlySaturday, August 25, 1888. 5:20 P.M.is the name of a photograph of twoold women in a front yard, besidea white house. One of the women issitting in a chair with a dog in herlap...
Преди да изляза, проверих да не би да съм забравил нещо. Разбира се, че не бях. Толкова малко неща притежавах на този свят, че какво, по дяволите, да забравя?
He was so fascinated by the long single strand of black hair that he did not overflow his mind with fantasies about it, turning it into a hundred varieties of his imagination. He just sat there s...
Yukiko rolled over.That plain, that simple.Her body was small in its moving.And her hair followed, dreaming her as she moved.A cat, her cat, in bed with her was awakened by her moving, and watched her...
You sons-of-bitches all have bicycles! he said, I'll have a bicycle someday!