The Classical Study (3) The Master has forgotten his hat. Without his hat he cannot fly. Without his hat his dreams escape up. Without his hat he cannot tip his hat to that woman passing by whom he remembers from somewhere, as in a dream, a room in a...
His memory is perfectly clear and serves no good, no purpose at all. He has seen things before (the fly in the bottle, the indeterminate will). Santa Muerte, Saint Death, we pray to you to swallow our breath.
Aygi Cycle (4) Coarse hawthorn beloved uncle's memory entwined among its gnarled and armored limbs copy of Lolita by his deathbed
His memory is perfectly clear and serves not good, no purpose at all. He has seen things before (the fly in the bottle, the indeterminate will). Santa Muerte, Saint Death, we pray to you to swallow our breath.
When you find you don't like a character, you just type four letters and he's dead.
It seemed to me that I was put on earth to take care of people. That is what I should be doing, and I never got tired of it.
You're taught from the day you start medical school that you're a god, that you can have power over life and death. So when your life starts to crumble, and the highest power you see is looking back in the mirror - and you know that power is flawed -...
I just want people to get lost in the story and at the end kind of sag and say, 'That was fun.' It's hardly my desire for them to sit and think, 'What a great literary image.'
