It was his fourth trip to the attic in so many days, ferrying out the odds and ends of a marriage to his new flat, and the Hoover was amongst the very last items he reclaimed – one of the most broken...
It was a tough decision.’ Mickey crosses his arms and scoffs, ‘No such thing, mate. You’re either right or you ain’t. And
It felt to me as if I were on a certain train, heading wherever it was people like me usually went...except now suddenly something was different. I'd been informed that I would be getting off at an un...
In England, we once had an insulting name for such people: trimmers. In the mid-1600s, a trimmer was any politician who attempted to straddle the reviled middle ground between Cavalier and Roundhead,...
I often wondered: is it some kind of a trade-off? Do others have to lose so we can win? •
I fill the time that might have been usefully devoted to sculpture with things like drinking and staring into space.
I don’t mean that my mother didn’t love me but she was not a domestic person: her life was in her mind. The fundamental skill of all mothers—the management
I didn’t understand yet that the beauty was part of the boredom.
I didn't know what to do with all of the sadness. A hundred and fifty years! Do you have any idea how long a hundred and fifty years is in the family of man? She clicked her fingers, and I thought of...
I couldn't imagine her leaving this world without ripping its fabric.
I am seized by two contradictory feelings: there is so much beauty in the world it is incredible that we are ever miserable for a moment; there is so much shit in the world that it is incredible we ar...
His mind was a small thing with big holes through which passions regularly seeped out, and The Faith of Jamaicans was soon replaced in the inverse sieve of his consciousness by other interests: The Ex...
He was bookish, she was not; he was theoretical, she political. She called a rose a rose. He called it an accumulation of cultural and biological constructions circulating around the mutually attracti...
He talked and talked, the kind of talking you do to stave off the inevitable physical desire, the kind of talking that only increases it.
He had not seen her since that afternoon. And with the miracle that is male compartmentalization he had barely thought of her either.
He had her in his heart, but not always in his mind.
Greetings cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.
Everyone in both Natalie’s workplace and Frank’s was intimately involved with the lives of a group of African-Americans, mostly male, who slung twenty-dollar vials of crack in the scrub between a conc...
Everybody’s path crossed with hers at the same moment, as soon as she emerged she was uncontained by space and time, with not one path to cross but all paths—they were all hers, like the Queen in Alic...
Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories. Outside