I equate love (bodies touching indecently) to the limitlessness of being – to nausea, to the sun, and to death.
Happy birthday, she said. And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.
It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.
Diabetes is passed that way -- over and down, like a knight in chess.
I have nothing I want to ask you, and if I did, you would probably lie anyway.I’m drunk. Drunk people tell the truth.Like hell they do. Besides you’re not that drunk.Then dare me something.I snorted....
If a story is only what it seems to be about, then somehow the author has failed.
Without warning, David was visited by an exact vision of death: a long hole in the ground, no wider than your body, down which you are drawn while the white faces above recede. You try to reach them b...
While there may not be a book in every one of us, there is so often a damned good short story.
The pupil of a goat's eye is elongate like a cat's, but if you look closely you'll see that it's in the horizontal position, and if you look closer still you'll see that it's less gracefully shaped, m...
I have read that long ago there was a land of glass castles that sank beneath the sea. It was not called Atlantis, but Lyonesse. This happened before history and across the ocean, but when I was littl...
From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of our encircled domain, there crept out a narrow and deep river, brighter than all save the eyes of Eleonora; and, winding stealthily about...
The short story, I should point out, is perforce a labor of love in today's literary world; there's precious little economic incentive to write one...
She craved a family, not having had enough of one to understand what a pain in the ass it was.
He had read much of things as they are, and talked with too many people. Well-meaning philosophers had taught him to look into the logical relations of things, and analyse the processes which shaped h...
He could not wait to get rid of them so he could enjoy remembering them.
I learned there were lots of realities in the world.
You know," Daddy said, "it's some that can live their whole life out without asking about it and it's others has to know why it is, and this boy is one of the latters. He's going to be into everything...
I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was...
As though she had entered a fable, as though she were no more than words crawling along a dry page, or as though she were becoming that page itself, that surface on which her story would be written an...
This person has hoped and dreamed and now it is really happening and this person can hardly believe it. But believing is not an issue here, the time for faith and fantasy is over, it is really really...