How is it possible to hate something so completely and then suddenly love it so unreasonably?
Happiness is not an absolute value. It is a state of comparison.
But darling, I am clean. Two years clean. Cept the coke, weed, drink, pills . . . I said I’m clean, not a bloody Mormon!
I want to stay still and to keep moving. I want this life and another.
This iswhat divorce is: taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love
This is what divorce is: taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love. ~ Archie Jones
Ryan was convinced of the ageing fifties motto ‘Live fast, die young’, and, though his scooter didn’t do more than 22 m.p.h. downhill...
Ryan is indispensable. There
Like most children, theirs was a relation based on verbs, not nouns.
I am a citizen as well as an individual soul and one of the things citizenship teaches us, over the long stretch, is that there is no perfectibility in human affairs.
He'd turned to me, red-faced, and asked: 'If we were flying to Europe and you wanted to know what France was like, would it help if I described Germany?
A mortifying sense of porousness.
I think of reading like a balanced diet; if your sentences are too baggy, too baroque, cut back on fatty Foster Wallace, say, and pick up Kafka as roughage.
My feeling is, having lived in different classes, that people want equality of opportunity... that's the thing that makes me despair: the idea that people aren't given equality of opportunity.
And it's time people told the truth about beautiful women. They do not shimmer down staircases. They do not descend, as was once supposed, from on high, attached to nothing other than wings.
Boys are just boys after all, but sometimes girls really seem to be the turn of a pale wrist, or the sudden jut of a hip, or a clutch of very dark hair falling across a freckled forehead. I'm not sayi...
But to create a real feeling—made
One of the many things TV does not show you is the potential range and horror of the human form. For this alone, thought Alex, it is rightly celebrated.
Last year, when Zora was a freshman, sophomores had seemed altogether a different kind of human: so very definite in their tastes and opinions, in ther loves and ideas. Zora woke up this morning hopef...
It was a competition in agony. Like rich women in posh restaurants ordering ever-smaller salads.