There was no logical reason why he did not have eggs in the house. It was just that he felt slightly uncomfortable when they were there. Also, he did not like to buy eggs. Something about the cartons...
The voyage from San Francisco to Hawaii had been the most terrifying experience Greer and Cameron had ever gone through, even more terrible than the time they shot a deputy sheriff in Idaho ten times...
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.
THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING IN YOUR OWN FACEThere are days when that is the last placein the world that you want to be but youhave to be there, like a movie, because it-----features you.
Once, while cleaning the trout before I went home in the almost night, I had a vision of going over to the poor graveyard and gathering up grass and fruit jars and tin cans and markers and wilted flow...
It's an old song that's been played on all the jukeboxes in America. The song has been around so long that it's been recorded on the very dust of America and it has settled on everything and changed c...
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 saw Trout Fishing in America Shorty passed out in the front window of a Filipino laundromat. He was sitting in his wheelchair with closed eyes staring out the window.There was a tranquil expression...
I read the note and it did not please me and I threw it away, so not even time could find it.
I like to think (andthe sooner the better!)of a cybernetic meadowwhere mammels and computerslive together in mutuallyprogramming harmonylike pure watertouching clear sky.I like to think(right now, ple...
I had become so quiet and so small in the grass by the pond that I was barely noticeable, hardly there… I just kept getting smaller and smaller beside the pond, more and more unnoticed in the darkenin...
I guess the last remaining question is: What about the sombrero? It's still there, lying in the street but its temperature had returned to -24 degrees and fortunately for America it stayed there. Mill...
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...
A sombrero fell out of the sky and landed on the main street of town in front of the mayor, his cousin, and a person out of work. The day was scrubbed clean by the desert air. The sky was blue. It was...
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?
Думите излязоха от устата му ужасно сухи. Все едно ти приказваше пустинята Сахара...- Сбъркал съм адреса - сахароса той.
You had to be a plumber to fish that creek.
We call everything a river here. We are that kind of people.
Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars.
Their future was America and three long years of searching and a process of gradual character disintegration and a slow retreat from respectability and self-pride. In three years they would become wha...