These days he was like a zombie, all grim business, just another jerk with an erection.
I could spend the whole afternoon telling you about him, but it's not gonna do much good, is it? You never smelled his hair after he just got out of the bath, or carried him from the car after he'd fa...
I’ve matured. I have a much higher tolerance for boredom.
Some subjects mixed well with weed, but Chemistry wasn’t one of them.
That’s why we get involved with other people, right? Not just for their bodies, but for everything else, too – their dreams and their scars and their stories.
Eve still marveled on a daily basis at the speed with which her own life had changed. A year ago, she'd been lost and flailing, and now she was found. She wanted to call it a miracle, but it was simpl...
Within a couple of weeks of starting the Ph.D. program, though, she discovered that she'd booked passage on a sinking ship. There aren't any jobs, the other students informed her; the profession's glu...
As if adult males were completely self-sufficient beings, as if a penis and a five o’clock shadow were all they would ever need to get by.
There was no dignified way to answer a question about your underwear.
He knew for a fact that it was possible to fall and just keep falling.
It’s a matter of dignity, the Chief explained. At a certain point, that’s all you have left.
In the far corner of the yard, two squirrels raced up a tree trunk, their little feet scrabbling frantically on the bark. He couldn’t tell if they were having a good time or trying to kill each other.
Actually, he hadn’t just complained; she’d come home from school one afternoon and found him stabbing his paperback edition with a steak knife, the tip of the blade penetrating the cover and sinking f...
It was like traveling back in time, meeting the person you used to be, and recognizing her as a friend.
Apparently even the most awful tragedies, and the people they'd ruined, got a little stale after a while.
Meg was going to have to learn for herself what Laurie had figured out over the summer — that it was better to leave well enough alone, to avoid unnecessary encounters with people you’d left behind, t...
It’s like the Stone Age over there, just sand and rubble and IEDs.
As far as I could tell, he earned his hundred thousand a year by wandering the hallway with a Styrofoam cup of coffee, smiling at the pretty girls and scowling at the boys who didn't play sports. Some...
She told her therapist it reminded her of coming home the summer after her freshman year at Rutgers, stepping back into the warm bath of family and friends, loving it for a week or two, and then feeli...
Yes, he was young—way too young, she was well aware of that unfortunate fact—but there was something to be said for youth, wasn’t there? The stamina, the gratitude, all the clichés that were clichés b...