After that, Terrence always conflated privacy with sin, the unseen with the unholy. He wore his shame like a tattoo on his forehead. 10:52 AM Feb 5th from web |
Years later he realized he never could have loved her because she reminded him too much of himself. And God, did he ever hate that guy. 5:33 AM Feb 3rd from web |
"I didn't say the wrong name," he said with all the sincerity he could muster. "I was just role-playing." And you know what? She bought it. 7:38 AM Feb 2nd from web |
Her words were a dagger. "Adoration is a good start." She laughed, then ripped his head from his body, and feasted on his tear-filled eyes. 1:52 PM Feb 1st from web |
"I love you when you write," she whispered, her fingernails digging a trench in my trapezius. There are times you have to ignore the unsaid. 10:08 AM Feb 1st from web |
"You ruined my life," she said, furious. Hours later, "You don't have that much power over me" didn't seem like much of an apology. 5:42 AM Feb 1st from web |
Blanch brings a handful of bayou to his lips. Jemmy slaps his hand away. "Don't drink dat," he says. "De crawdads, dey shit in de water." 4:45 PM Jan 31st from web |
"Don't you know how to love?" she demanded. He paused. "I love God, and I love my mother," he said. "Everything else is just affection." 1:43 PM Jan 31st from web |
The saddest part of Anne's mother's passing was cleaning out the medicine cabinet. There's nothing so final as throwing away a toothbrush. 12:02 PM Jan 31st from web |
Years later, the realization hit him all at once. Margaret had been the only woman he'd ever known who could make love sarcastically. 9:05 AM Jan 31st from web |
Alejandro's last concern was whether the stains would ever come out of the upholstery. "Death," he thought, "is filled with trivialities." 8:49 AM Jan 31st from web |
It's funny how quickly priorities shift. He tears the loop of surgical tubing from around his arm. "Don't find me like this," he whispers. 7:26 AM Jan 31st from twitterrific |
"You are not a hunter-gatherer!" she spat, finally fed up. "Taking the last crab rangoon does not make you a hunter-gatherer!" 7:11 AM Jan 31st from web |
She loved the poetry of trauma. Pneumothorax. Thrombosis. Hypovolemia. All those Greek-derived words tasted like lyrics in her mouth. 6:41 AM Jan 31st from web |
As he smeared a fat dollop of vaporub into his mustache, Marcus wondered just how he came to be most at home with a hacksaw in his hand. 6:28 AM Jan 31st from web |
As the Earth passed through the diaphanous tail of the great comet, she thought she would always love him. But it was just cosmic radiation. 6:15 AM Jan 31st from web |