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I do not want to fall prey to the bewitchment of my mind by language.

I hadn’t always liked being around my mother while she was alive.

Ah, yes, Rita reminded herself: I won. Her Mistress of Mayhem award.

I believed in department stores the way I believed in Germany.

A Good Samaritan refused is no more good than any Bad Samaritan.

Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.

I wouldn’t sleep a second, knowing the catastrophe I’d set in motion.

His mouth hardens whenever their son’s name is mentioned.

Why does she do it? She knows cutting yourself is a joke. Goth, idiotic.

I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.

I was all alone in a little room, nothing but that big gun in my face.

The man protested, I didn’t do anything. He needed the job. I only kissed her.

Reader, you and I stand once more before the borderless.

My advice is to take advice with a grain of salt.

I worry that I will be kidnapped by my cab driver and driven to an ATM.

It holds a place in my heart: Never forget the suspenders.

“Ten lo,” she says when you’ve finished. Have it.

Our lives are often shaped by small, seemingly trivial choices.

Writing is a subversive activity that exempts you from the rules.

Truths don’t eclipse each other—they only complicate each other.

It was the sixties, and I was in
college and incredibly restless.

I wanted from my father what I had never wanted or sought: his advice.

Needless to say, when it was my night to read I was beyond terrified.

Betrayal was written on my face, in my eyes, and I knew it.

I wish to see the land release my heart from the corpse of longing.

Maybe she’s gay. I wonder if she masturbates when I’m out of the room.

what happens in all these villages after we ride through them?

I’m not here to remember a friend, but to say good-bye to a part of myself.

The boat’s one of the most flagrant symbols capitalism ever spawned.

“It’s true I wanted an adventure, but I had a different kind in mind.”