As he walked up past the red and green tennis courts in east Berkeley and saw the swing of the women's hair in the breeze, the crisp strokes that sent the ball over the net like a little bone-white pl...
Socioeconomic formations versus an officer’s heels on a parquet floor, which would I choose?
As a child he had gone out for Halloween as a mummy, a vampire, a blue-and-green-swolen drowned boy, all kinds of sufferings and mutilations and perversions represented by his costumes; and looking ar...
There was the biography of a Norwegian resistance fighter who swam through chilly oceans and got gangrene and wandered through I think it might have been Finland or Lapland in a sweet short summer and...
23 He dreamed that a bomb was singing to him. From far away, the bomb was coming to marry him. The bomb was his destiny, falling on him, screaming.
A less negative carbon ideologue then I might interpret the lonely wariness of Mr. Winkler and of Sharon Carlisle as proof of wrongheaded irrelevance. Socrates was equally irrelevant once the Athenian...
I’ve never shot a civilian except when under orders.
Nothing, brother. Everything's about nothing. You know that, but you prefer to pretend otherwise. We both do.
What do you get when you cross a nymphomaniac with a kleptomaniac? A rapist, said Tyler.
We Communists say, if it has no practically measurable effect, it's not people's art!
And so we all write stories to suit ourselves, and I wish happy endings, happy landings to all of us
Plato says that as one learns to love, the image of any specific beloved can be left behind for knowledge of the Good.
Are you a censor? Do you tell people not to say girl? Shame on you! If nothing offends you, you’re a saint or you’re psychotic. If a few things offend you, deal with them--fairly. If you’re often offe...
Maybe life is a process of trading hopes for memories.
Oh, ants, my sisters, good old honeydew-seekers! From close up you are sticky and shiny and gristly; and your nymphs have parasitic red mites stuck to them. You are too intent upon your chewing and ga...
As the great Moltke used to say, Genius is diligence.
This is the heart of it, the scared woman who does not want to go alone to the man any longer, because when she does, when she takes of her baggy dress, displaying to him rancid breasts each almost as...
So you cheat on your wife and you want me to give you a gold star for it, said Domino. Well, mister, I pity your wife and I don’t give a fuck about you. Now I’ve got to go outside for a minute and see...
Bones, murdered or merely perished, ought to stay silent. That's the law. But, quick and shrill as a violin-screech, they come back, to the terror of all who stand guilty of living, and then they danc...
Bug, meanwhile, had learned at Marshtown that might made right, and he got older and paler, his head downcast like a nodding flower that expects itself to be cut at any moment.
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