When I'm with you, I don't feel self-conscious or like I'm crippled or ugly. I don't know how you do that, but it's nice.
Life is hard. Life hurts. So what? You tough it out. You get through and then you'll feel good again.
If I'd been listening closely, I'd have caught the sound of the gods having a great big old tee-hee at my expense.
I thought about the current contamination of beaches, raw sewage spilling into oceans and streams, the hole in the ozone, forests being stripped, the toxic-waste dumps, the merry plunder of mankind ad...
I should have reminded myself that people willing to cheat a little bit are generally dishonest throughout.
I hate nature. I really do. Nature is composed entirely of sticks, dirt, fall-down places, biting and stinging things, and savageries too numerous to list. And I'm not the only one who feels this way....
I don't know what is love about and I'm not sure I believe in it anyway.
He’d set an eight-quart pan on the stove and the water had just reached a rolling boil. On the bottom of the pan there was a crumpled section of foil. I watched
At heart, I've always been a pretty little moralist. Private investigation is just my way of acting out.
All the little birdies had flown out of this man's tree.
Worry. For you, I prepare guisada de guilota . Wonderful. What’s that? Is quail braised in tomatillo-chili sauce.
Perfidy.
What I’ve noticed though is that any attempt to trim out the dark matter takes away some of the good that was also buried in the muck.
What I could see of the apartment looked much like the office: gold high-low carpeting, Early American furniture, probably from Montgomery Ward. A painting of Jesus hung on the wall at the foot of the...
We been in this house forty year, he said. Bought it back in nineteen and forty-three for four thousand dollar. Bet you never heard of a house that cheap. Now it’s worth one hunnert and fifteen thousa...
Unplug yourself often and you risk losing touch with your feelings altogether.
Thinking is hard work, which is why you don’t see a lot of people doing it.
These are the days that require discipline, when exercise is pure duty and the good feeling only comes later, consisting solely of self-congratulations for having done the job at all.
There's a certain class of people who will do you in and then remain completely mystified by the depth of your pain.
There were pieces missing yet but they would fall into place and then maybe the whole of it would make sense.