People have rejected me all my life. Sometimes it's death or desertion. infidelity, betrayal. You name it. I've experienced every form of emotional treachery there is. Well, big deal. Everybody's suff...
I love being single. It's almost like being rich.
The cold hard truth will fall on stony ground, whereas your all-around trashy rumor will flourish like a weed.
A man in a nylon bikini, with that little knot sticking out in front, isn’t half as interesting as a man in a good-looking business suit. Charlie
Insecure people have a special sensitivity for anything that finally confirms their own low opinion of themselves.
Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them.I don't believe in ghosts, I said, faintly.Some people can't see the color red. That doesn't me...
I hid the fold of paper in my bra, where I knew it would remain undisturbed.
Up. A singsong voice said, At the sound of the tone, General Telephone time will be twelve o’clock, exactly. I burst out laughing and Althea looked at me.
There’s something inherent in human nature that has us constructing narratives to explain a world that is otherwise chaotic and opaque.
The hard thing about death is that nothing ever changes. The hard thing about life is that nothing stays the same.
So much of the past in encapsulated in the odds and ends. Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our...
She was the type who went to bars intent on conversation, while he was the type who went in hopes of being left alone.
The dead are mute, but the living still have voice with which to protest their innocence. Often their objections are noisy and pious, impossible to refute since the person who could condemn them has b...
Really, the boys reminded me of puppies playing tug-of-war with an old sock. The
People always love it when you say their dogs are nice. Just shows you how out of touch they are.
I find it so liberating when other people are rude. It makes me feel mild and lazy and mean.
I am still able to recite long portions of Alfred Noyes’s The Highwayman at the slightest provocation.
Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb.
Was adept, but it had been a while since
Perhaps when we're forced to forfeit what we own, we lose any sentimental associations. Perhaps pawning our valuables frees us in the same way a house fire destroys not only our worldly goods, but our...