I usually know what the crisis of the book is going to be, though I don’t know how I’m going to get there. I try to make it bad enough that I don’t know how I’m going to get out of it. And when I get...
I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.
I open the orangutan's door and set a pan of fruits, vegetables, and nuts on the floor. As I close it, her long arm reaches through the bars. She points at an orange in another pan. 'That? You want th...
He’s paragon schnitzophonic. He’s what?! Paragon schnitzophonic, repeats Uncle Al. You mean paranoid schizophrenic?
Es imposible describir la ternura que he empezado a sentir por ellos: hienas, camellos y todos los demás. Hasta el oso polar, que veo tumbado sobre su costado, mordisqueando sus zarpas de doce centíme...
Do you have any idea how much an elephant drinks?
But it all zipped by. One minute Marlena and I were up to our eyeballs, and the next thing we knew the kids were borrowing the car and fleeing the coop for college. And now, here I am. In my nineties...
Bathing is even more embarrassing, because I have to strip down to my birthday suit in front of a nurse. Now, there are some things that never die, so even though I'm in my nineties my sap sometimes r...
Age is a terrible thief.
Dime, ¿de verdad crees que éste es el espectáculo más deslumbrante del mundo?-¿Eh?-No. Ni por asomo. Probablemente ni siquiera es el número cincuenta de la lista de los espectáculos más deslumbrantes...
It's just a crazy damned life, that's all ...
I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
Give orange give me eat orange me eat orange give me eat orange give me you. —NIM CHIMPSKY, 1970s Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more. —BRITNEY SPEARS, 2007
But my darling was as frail as a bird. She died nine days later. After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled. Although
Beneath it was a photograph of Hank alone, standing shirtless on the deck of a sailboat with his hands on his hips.
Comparison. His eyes were hazel, and his arms ended in white bandages just below the elbows.
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. Not that I wouldn't love to have a final roll in the hay - I am a man yet, and some thi...
Now don’t tell anyone, she says, bustling in and sliding my dinner-table-cum-vanity over my lap. She sets down a paper napkin, plastic fork, and a bowl of fruit that actually looks appetizing, with st...
Life. There it was. In all its beautiful, tragic fragility, there was still life, and those of us who’d been lucky enough to survive opened our arms wide and embraced it.
Jacob: I've never seen so much manure.Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car.Jacob: how do you stand the smell?Wade: what smell?