There are plenty of good reasons for fighting, I said, but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too.
The New York Daily News suggested that my biggest war crime was not killing myself like a gentleman. Presumably Hitler was a gentleman.
Let go with me. Let me comfort you with my body...there's no shame in forgetting for a night even if you know you'll remember in the morning.
I was in a tailspin of confusion I hadn't experienced since the first time I heard George W. Bush speak.
How could I have missed the opportunity to pop pills with my sister who was purer than a Quaker?
If I had seen pictures of people eating each other on the wall, I would've told him I was into cannibalism.
My time in heaven was up, and I was being told I wasn't the marrying kind by someone who undresses for a living.
I remembered reading in a hard-boiled detective novel that if you drink in the same place two nights in a row, the bartender and waiters will remember your face.
She couldn't turn away from the eyes that held her. Eyes as deep, as Dark as the night, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold.
Accept the long night patiently, quietly, humbly, and resignedly as intended for your true good. It is not a punishment for sin committed but an instrument of annihilating egoism.
As much as some people would like to believe, for their own peace of mind, that the appearance of evil in this world had a clean cause, the truth was never that simple.
What goes on between a man and his missus is nobody's business; especially where desert toppin's involved.
How would it be after the last sentence? The last sentence he had always feared and from the middle of a book, he had always been tormented by the thought that there would inevitably be a last sentence.
Maybe our marriage is bound to be a fight, but it will have its compensations. Fights that end in bed have their own singular excitement, remember.
500. There are paradoxes. If there were no night, we would be deprived of the magnificent image of a starry sky. Thus light deprives us of "vision," and darkness helps us "see.
Night is the sleep of seven wax moths Dawn is the singing of five mermaids Noon is the scratching of three field mice Dusk is the shadow of a crow
If he set out right now to make a list of the things he had taken for granted in his life, he’d go broke buying paper.
Long before the Theater of the Absurd, Woolrich discovered that an incomprehensible universe is best reflected in an incomprehensible story. ("Introduction")
When you're sorting yourself out, family are not often the ones you can turn to. They represent the place of departure and not the place of arrival.
Can we swim?" Sky asks, resting her chin on my shoulder. "Did you bring a suit?" Please say no, please say no... "Yeah." Crap. "Great.
The printing presses of the state treasuries cranked out reams of paper currency- showing wise kinds and blissful martyrs- while bankers wept and peasants starved.
