She looked at me as if I might be one of them a spy from the world of the ignorant.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

I am going to find a way to motivate you.

I am thinking of killing myself”” Hmm…okay

I’m not just the sum of how I look although that seems to be a popular opinion, and it infuriates me.

His cell-phone rang. Dominic fumbled for it on the nightstand next to the couch, the dim lights not helping his endeavour. He had piercing, generic, banal fluorescent lights on his face all the time at...

In her hand was a necklace with a small oval pendant, a half of a locket engraved with one of the same symbols from the mirror frame—what Quinn saw as rolling waves. ~ “The Mirror

Secrets are dangerous.” Gottfried Baumauer.

Kalau aku adalah odol. Maka aku akan jatuh cinta padamu. Si jerawat bandel yang terluka. Karena aku, ingin menyembuhkan lukamu.

I believe that because I had obtained a wife who was made up of wife-signs (beauty, charm, softness, perfume, cookery) I had found love.

Another family crisis: The rabbit goes blind.

I saw sunrises fade and burn among fleets of sparks. The moon blossomedlike a lily carved of bone…The Death of the Astronaut, page 390.

Light has a voice?” Sarucha inquired, amazed.

The divorce papers remained unopened in the crisp yellow envelope. He had thrown it on his desk without a backward glance. Between his lashes, his dark chocolate eyes burned with fury but there was something...

Shame comes in different doses.

Kalist likes to listen to the collective voices swell as more individuals in his colony arrive.

Gerisik angan dan deru lembut laju harapan.Waktu itu adalah menit-menit akhir menjelang malam di Bukit Angin. Daun-daun berwarna-warni dalam berbagai wujud melayang ke langit dan berkumpul mengelilingi puncak pusaran angin. Di sana, di balik awan,...

Then she is on me. Her soft, hot body collapses onto my own ravenous frame. She pushes my legs open with her knees and pulls my arms above my head with her hands, holding me...

While there may not be a book in every one of us, there is so often a damned good short story.

Diabetes is passed that way — over and down, like a knight in chess.

His love with Lucy bled from his heart as he slipped into a dark despair— a melancholy that only she could sever with her chaste voice and tender kisses. Now in an unreachable darkness, a...

Anyway, I think Florence and I noticed each other before the local train screeched to a halt at the 110th Street station, because as I boarded it felt as though we were supposed to step...

As a rule, however fine and deep a phrase may be, it only affects the indifferent, and cannot fully satisfy those who are happy or unhappy; that is why dumbness is most often the highest...

Obelmäker always suspected Kalist of being a driven man with a determined selfishness that verged on sociopathic, but he actually appears to be suffering for once, in a humane way, like one who has been...

I’m mistaken….for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.

That, too, was in the air itself — a whisper of apology when the smell of the soil carried. There should be pumpkins in the fields, or sunflowers, or the peppers you saw up north....

Punish me please, mistress,” I say in a very small voice.

This person has hoped and dreamed and now it is really happening and this person can hardly believe it. But believing is not an issue here, the time for faith and fantasy is over, it...

I engage in subtle stalking. That’s entirely different and perfectly socially acceptable.

He plunged into the foliage, and was swept into a humid, wet world of towering trees, animal chirps and thick ferns. After a few steps, he turned, and could barely make out the village. He...

There, in the corner under the window—the window through which he thought he saw movement before—was a slender white foot! Quinn’s heart froze in his chest and frightened bile began working its way up his...

Every time I so much as blink you get an erection.

The pupil of a goat’s eye is elongate like a cat’s, but if you look closely you’ll see that it’s in the horizontal position, and if you look closer still you’ll see that it’s less...

All men that are ruined are ruined on the side of their natural propensities,” the note concludes.This is surely true. Yet the vivacity with which he embraces ruin is unexampled, in my experience.

By Jove, it’s great! Walk along the streets on some spring morning. The little women, daintily tripping along, seem to blossom out like flowers. What a delightful, charming sight! The dainty perfume of violet is...

Why read fiction when real life can be just as interesting?

Grandpa Sereno: “There is nothing as dangerous as fear, fear of people who are different than you. Fear is the REAL danger and we must start to put all our efforts into fighting THAT instead...

Mi ero svegliato stanco come mi ero addormentato, una luce tagliente che entrava dalla finestra creando dal nulla nuvole dorate di polvere. Non era la luce di tutti gli altri giorni, non era bianca o...

Don’t mock my suggestions, Ridley – one day in the near future, they might just save your life.” Maxwell D. Kalist.

die Schwachen ein,” – the vulnerable one – after he cried like a child when he sliced two, thin strips of skin off his own index finger using a cheese grater (accidentally) one night when...

Segala hal yang dikatakan Komandan mengenai Orde adalah kebenaran yang tidak dilebih-lebihkan. Orde memang bersinonim dengan kebaikan. Orde menghargai kemajuan. Orde mencintai kehidupan. Orde bahkan mengajarkan pertobatan. Semua yang dijabarkan di dalam Kitab pada dasarnya...

You may not have been fucked by a woman before but, if you’re a good girl now, then you soon will be…

She was the curator of her marriage, collector of swift quotes and unremarked-upon sensations.

We all have an ongoing narrative inside our heads, the narrative that is spoken aloud if a friend asks a question. That narrative feels deeply natural to me. We also hang on to scraps of...

First contact comes not by hand of man, but by metal of machine.

Youth is marked by a breathtaking novelty that diminishes with each year of age – until life becomes a delusive struggle to break routines, escape the ordinary, and rediscover the joy of discovery.

He keeps going, going, going on; his people groan and fall one after the other, but he keeps on going, going and in the end, perishes himself, but still remains the despot and tsar of...

Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards into the underworld we all regularly inhabit?

I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me.

A novel is just a story that hasn’t yet discovered a way to be brief.