It seems there's nothing so good or pure it cant be taken without a moment's notice. And then in the end, it all gets taken anyway.
I cling to my anger with every ounce of humanity left in my ruined body, but it's no use. It slips away, like a wave from shore. I am pondering this sad fact when I realize the blackness of sleep is c...
Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.
It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here
Actually, it’s not so much that I’ve forgotten. It’s more like I’ve stopped keeping track.
Sometimes when you get older — and I’m not talking about you, I’m talking generally, because everyone ages differently — things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe them,...
How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season, she says taking her seat again. Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.
With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.
Age is a terrible thief. Just when you’re getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently
I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.I want.
When you’re five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties you know how old you are. I’m twenty-three, you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties something strange sta...
Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for...
age is a terrible theif
Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.
I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.
Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?
I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets:
Paraded around town in an elephant cage, an elephant who repeatedly pulled her stake and stole the lemonade,
The sky the sky- same as it always was.
90/93-year-old Jacob wonders as he gazes at his aged reflection, 'When did I stop being me?
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