I am gone tomorrow. And there and gone again by the time you read this.
Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.
Like all stories of creators who bring life from the dead, his story began with a struggling butcher, who chased a gray cat, caught it, took off its studded collar, and slit its throat.
Don’t say his name. I don’t want him in here. I will cut him out.
I don’t deserve this. I have forgiven myself. What I did to you was not so bad. It happens.
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
You weren't supposed to spill out of the dedication page. But then you fucked everything.
There would be no sequel to the sadness
Liberated from Saturn, from the order that for years had kept us in line, our narrative organized and mindful of the conventions of story. Now the order had been upset, lost in a melee of voices that...
From pulp you are and to pulp you shall return.
One day I will forgive you; until then there are scabs everywhere that you have touched me.
Bir defasında gökyüzünü bir çocuğun üzerine düşürmüştüm.
He promised all those things men promise when they are far away and can feel the phone lines stretching too tight, the wires and cables rapidly unraveling from their braids, snapping, recoiling, colla...
But there are forces that don't let you turn back and undo things, because to do so would be to deny what is already in motion, to unwrite and erase passages, to shorten the arc of a story you don't o...
The completion of this book was supported in part by a grant from the Ralph and Elisa Landin Foundation. They are not responsible for the views expressed herein.
You cannot kill or steal from a man while he is asleep and heartbroken. While it is said that everything is fair in love an war, the dictum is nullified when both love and war occur simultaneously...
And although Margarita lived in a world that predated Technicolor, she always dreamed of the boy in rich pastels.
She was made after the time of ribs and mud. By papal decree there were to be no more people born of the ground or from the marrow of bones. All would be created from the propulsions and mounts perfor...
And if we had learned anything from this story it was to be cautious of paper--to be mindful of its fragile construction and sharp edges, but mostly to be cautious of what is written on it.