I paused beneath the arched entrance, where the drawbridge had once been, imagining all the people who had passed in and out over the centuries, every one of them carrying a combination of desire, hop...
I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me..
I did not take enough care with my hair, but a permanent wave would fix that. I was not thin enough, but for that, alas, there was no quick fix. I should never put more than the equivalent of three pe...
I realize the blackness of sleep is circling my head. It's been there awhile, biding its time and growing closer with each revolution. I give up on rage, which at this point has become a formality, an...
ان العمر لص رهيب, فبمجرد ان تتمكن من مسار حياتك, ياتي هو اليك ليكسر ساقك ويحني ظهرك فيسكن الألم في جسدك, ويشوش عقلك وينشر في صمت مرض السرطان في جسد شريك حياتك.
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 somethin...
I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets:
I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page.
He whispers in her ear, and she basks in his attention, trumpeting happily at the sight of him. Doesn't she remember?
He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. He's ill, Jacob.I say nothing. He's a paragon schnitzophonic.He's what?!Paragon schnitzophonic, repeats Uncle Al. You mean paranoid schizophrenic?Sur...
Ellis had slept through the entire thing. That, or he was dead, but I saw no reason to check. If he was dead, he’d still be dead in the morning.
But there's nothing to be done about it. All I can do is put in time waiting for the inevitable, observing as the ghosts of my past rattle around my vacuous present. They crash and bang and make thems...
How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ's sake?
When she comes to retrieve me [in the nursing home], after the tan-colored pudding with edible oil topping has sat for a while and been removed...
When I first submerged my feet into frigid water, they hurt so badly I yanked them out again. I persisted, dunking them for longer and longer periods, until the cold finally blistered.
The longer I do this job, the less I like people. The species, of course, he adds grimly. There are individuals I like just fine.
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.
She looks at her watch - a real one, with arms. Those digital ones came and went, thank God. When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn't mean you should?
La edad es una ladrona implacable. Justo cuando empiezas a tomar el pulso a la vida te arranca la fuerza de las piernas y te encorva la espalda.Produce dolores y enturbia la cabeza y silenciosamente i...
I'm glad has promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You've never seen such grief-even the dogs are howling.