He looked so profoundly disappointed in me that I wondered for a moment if he was someone I knew.
Other than along certain emotional tangents there was little in the book that felt as if it had actually been lived. It was a fiction produced by someone who knew only fictions, The Tempest as written by isolate Miranda, raised on the romances in her...
As long as she was falling in love with me, I might as well start making her promises I didn't intend to keep.
A few other couples joined us on the dance floor and we lost ourselves among them. I'd never been able to figure out exactly what was involved in slow dancing, so I contented myself, as I had since high school, with gripping my partner to me, letting...
There's nothing more embarrassing than to have earned the disfavor of a perceptive animal.
[His coat] emitted an odor of bus station so desolate that just standing next to him you could feel your luck changing for the worse.
Although it wasn't raining anymore, the air was still heavy with water, and rain gutters were ringing all over Point Breeze.
The problem, if anything, was precisely the opposite. I had too much to write: too many fine and miserable buildings to construct and streets to name and clock towers to set chiming, too many characters to raise up from the dirt like flowers whose pe...
