Did I just get psychically pimp-slapped by a little old lady?
Just because it looks like a leprechaun and talks like a leprechaun, it doesn't mean it can't act like the little fucking demon it is.
All the recognizable cliques came by, and so did those un-groupable stragglers who were known by their little circles of two or three.
I don’t care how smart you are. You’ll never understand how little you really know until you’ve had a woman.
We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.
Tea is certainly as much of a social drink as coffee, and more domestic, for the reason that the teacup hours are the family hours."
They called him John Storm: John after his grandfather, but Storm after his father and his mother.
The condom broke. I know how stupid that sounds. It's the reproductive version of the dog ate my homework.
mooo," she said... "I mean mmmm," she moaned. Louder this time. Goddamn Dr. Seuss is ruining my sex life.
After all, this is America, and you can swap out the parts of yourself that don't work. You can rebuild yourself piece by piece.
I am born hungry. Ravenous. I want to eat the world, and I can never be satiated.
The simple trill of her laugh has not declined over the years; if anything it's been buffeted by her endless sorrows and disappointments.
People make mistakes in life through believing too much, but they have a damned dull time if they believe too little.
If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.
It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures.
And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy
A man who offers to cook after he's seen you trying to freeze a dead dog has to be at least a little bit keen.
The small hopes and plans and pleasures of children should be tenderly respected by grown-up people, and never rudely thwarted or ridiculed.
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.
I didn't know it would be black," she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!
