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There’s something I saw at the race meeting I can’t figure out.

Protect your hands. You can always get by if your hands aren’t broken.

If dating taught Cory anything, it was that he needed an ex-wife.

I’m just wired hard for hunting, and not so much at all for fishing.

I want him to remember me hanging on his crosshairs.

No author dodged readers who were indifferent to masterpieces.

“I want to stay in real yurts,” I said, “not yurts for Westerners.”

“Can’t you see Hemingway’s having breakfast with his grandson?”

“Happy? Nabokov died yesterday, we all move up a notch.”

Bad luck, like the white-scabs disease, can infect others.

We were alone in the world, and we had left dear ties behind us.

He picked up the knife I had there, and said he’d kill me if ever I told.

Daofu was a cluster of lights bubbling up in the belly of a darkened plain.

Together we invented intimacy, both its benefits and its horrors.

My wife fell in love with a dancer. A woman. I came here to get away.

The neighbors were Ukrainians with bad tempers and owned guns.

At nineteen I lived for three months as an earnest cocaine addict.

she was right—hurricane being the name of the feeling, the twist of it.

They wrapped him in bandages from all three kits. The old man watched them.

“No one shoots when the army inoculates and hands out money.”

home is his hands, our bowls, so many gay fridge magnets.

It was as if we were shedding our very selves to become someone else.

I put my hand on my stomach and had an image of the melting snowman.

Takis brought down the demons that would pursue him the rest of his life.

If he wanted to kiss Sophie tonight, he probably shouldn’t steal from her.

It was the day I told a lie that would embarrass me for years to come.

“Is that your banana?” the short cop asked her.

He’s got it out. And I say Who’s there right now? Just your ex-wife.

Their eyes met from time to time. I thought about what I could tell her.

No one in Lagos slouches. Bravado pulsates through the room.