It was one of the few stories we told the same way.
I think of that, too: her mind. Her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling through those coils like fast, frantic centipedes. Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brai...
My parents have always worried that I’d take Amy too personally — they always tell not to read too much into her, And yet I can’t fail to notice that whenever I screw something up, Amy does it right:...
Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you?
All of a sudden you see reading in bed and waffles on Sunday and laughing at nothing and his mouth on yours. And it's so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back to fine.
I don't know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a lo...
It's humbling to become the very thing you once mocked.
what are you thinking, Amy? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we ddone to each other? What will we do?
She was scared. I pictured the police knocking, and here I was with a girl I'd been fucking the morning my wife went missing. I'd sought her out that day--I had never gone to her apartment since that...
A molta gente manca questo dono, la capacità di capire quando deve levarsi dai coglioni. Alla gente piace parlare, e io non sono mai stato un gran chiacchierone. Porto avanti un monologo interiore, ma...
It had turned me into a knee-jerk suckup to authority. Mom, Dad, teachers: Whatever makes your job easier, sir or madam. I craved a constant stream of approval. ‘You’d literally lie, cheat, and steal...