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Lust for power and money undermined their morality and common sense.

Upon his supine monstrous shape there was a colossal inertia.

Ivan rolled his eyes, and looked at the sky like someone about to be martyred.

If it were fiction, calling the place Newtown would be too much.

Carte blanche is bodily as chalk on dark asphalt, so enliven these eyes.

It’s difficult to be blessed by Madam Pele. She gives wonderful trouble.

He didn’t fall in line with our well-established porn-shop hierarchy.

John-Michael kept his mouth open until saliva had pooled behind his teeth.

Rise the Euphrates, my first novel, grew out of a feverish dream.

Remember that innocence is risky, memory inconclusive.

1908. The puppet’s name is Sambo. Oh what a friendly boy he looks to be!

Outside the kids play stretcher. One of them was dying between my hands.

If it hasn’t killed you by now just wait. This doesn’t mean you can fly.

It was to keep us impartial and to protect us from threats and bribes.

The shapes called them bastard loads. The lazy creations of fools.

I try to get her to drink again. We were okay drunks, before Jesus.

Poor boy, he only wanted to love some man—who knows who?

He felt desperate for the rains, mosquitoes be damned.

Don’t hitchhike the Mediterranean coast of Algeria in the summer of ’71.

Soledad is the name a woman is given, a sentence a woman must serve.

You might say I acted on instinct. All I wanted was to stop the screaming.

For eight weeks no one heard my voice for eight weeks no one slept.

When I cast my vote, I become just that tiny, abstract, lost, and essential.

A plastic Kroger’s bag caught in the chinking—Spelter’s only banner.

He grabbed me, groped for my hips, kissing me, smelling my hair.

I couldn’t make sense of the ruined house, the love stained to its creases. Sometimes life is a sequence of departures, sometimes a destruction.

I see a young ZZ Top smiling, eyes darting from my shirt to my beard.

Turned out Bauer was one of the ones brought alive by misery.