He wasn't always trying to say witty things, and when he did say them, he felt no need to repeat them for changing company.
A silly lie. A lie so small and to so little purpose that it suggested to Miles a way of life, a strategy for confronting the world, and this was further reason—if any was needed—to doubt the truth of...
Structure is one of the things that I always hope will reveal itself to me.
Probably horse doo had a name in french also, but that didn't mean god intended for you to eat it.
Who but an English professor would threaten to kill a duck a day and hold up a goose as an example?
Truth be told, I'm not an easy man. I can be an entertaining one, though it's been my experience that most people don't want to be entertained. They want to be comforted. And, of course, my idea of en...
She never answers during the day, Max explained. She lets her machine pick up.People like you are the reason other people get answering machines to begin with, Miles told him. In fact, people like you...
Really? When? Had all his material become threadbare? After thirty years of marriage, were you supposed to come up with new stuff all the time?
He looks like he could be taken in a fight. Not by me, but by somebody. Not anyone in Humanities, probably.
By nature you instinctively seek out the middle road, midway between dangerous passion and soul-destroying indifference.
Mr. Purty has cheered me up. The task he has chosen for himself, of wooing my mother with a bright red pickup truck, a Patsy Cline tape, and a string of malapropisms, is ample justification to me for...
Yes. He loves us all. No! Tunic emphatically disagreed. God does not. Well, fuck him, then, Raymer thought, giddy with heat and blasphemy. Shame on God. Because a shirker is a coward. No, God is.
Tick's strategy for dealing with lying adults is to say nothing and watch thee lies swell and constrict in their throats. when this happens, the lie takes on a physical life of its own and must be eit...
They turned down the narrow alley that led to the Woohvorth’s
The best she was able to do was to reflect that people invariably exhibited the very worst side of their flawed natures when invited to put their thoughts into writing, especially when the invitation...
She gave him a smile in which hope and knowledge were going at it, bare-knuckled, equally and eternally matched.
Say I told you so. They're the four most satisfying words in the English language. You could rupture something trying to keep them inside you.
Let us not forget Colby and the liberating effects of higher education. Though it doesn’t liberate everyone, does it?
It pleased him to imagine God as someone like his mother, someone beleagured by too many responsibilities, too dog-tired to monitor an energetic boy every minute of the day, but who, out of love and f...
He’d meant to forgive his brother, maybe even imagined he had. He’d also meant to learn to trust him, but instead merely fell into the habit of waiting for him to fuck up again.