She was okay. There was nothing wrong with her that a vasectomy of the vocal cords would not fix.
“I wrote for twelve years and collected 250 rejection slips before getting any fiction published, so I guess outside reinforcement isn't all that important to me.”
Just as you began to feel that you could make good use of time, there was no time left to you.
What a surprise to find you could shift the contents of your head like rearranging furniture in a room.
successful parenting was like log rolling, and she'd often landed in the drink.
Inspiration never arrived when you were searching for it.
Any mother could perform the jobs of several air-traffic controllers with ease.
Just as you began to feel that you could make good use of time, there was no time left to you.
“If this was adulthood, the only improvement she could detect in her situation was that now she could eat dessert without eating her vegetables.”
“All readers come to fiction as willing accomplices to your lies. Such is the basic goodwill contract made the moment we pick up a work of fiction.”
“All language is an aspiration to music.”
“There's something incredibly liberating about a holiday that encourages children to take candy from strangers”
“I have a hard time defending the production of candy, given that it is basically crack for children and makes them dependent in unwholesome ways.”
Misery loves another idiot with a jukebox where his soul should be.
“It is in these moments of tender and ridiculous nostalgia that I know something inside me is still broken.”
Most forms of rage, after all, are only sloppy cloaks for grief.
Nothing on Earth is so beautiful as the final haul on Halloween night.
“We need books because we are all, in the private kingdoms of our hearts, desperate for the company of a wise, true friend.”
“The answer is that we don't choose our freaks, they choose us.”
I claimed myself and remade my life.
Beauty, my first girlfriend said to me, is that inner quality often associated with great amounts of leisure time.
Fiction never exceeds the reach of the writer's courage.
Babies change things, open doors you thought were shut, close others. Make you into something you never been.
If people really believed that rape made lesbians, and brutal fathers made dykes, wouldn’t they be more eager to do something about it?