Dying was such an elegant way to leave a relationship. No infidelity, no boredom, no long, complicated conversations late into the night. No 'She's still single, I hear.' No running into each other at parties and weddings. No 'She's stacked on the weight' or 'She's showing her age.' Dying was final…
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It sometimes seemed so peculiar and wrong to her that you could be that intimate with someone, to go to sleep with him and wake up with him, to do really quite extraordinarily personal things together on a regular basis, and then, suddenly, you don't even know his telephone number, or where he's liv…
How strange to type that. How intimate.
The air seemed to have set like jelly, quivering as I pressed against it.
We’re all floating around in the shallow end of a pool in New Orleans and I go to the bar and bring back shots of Jameson for everyone including the will-be groom. Two of his friends jump into the pool from the balcony above and even though I’m baffled by his mentality re: love and marriage, I hope…
To me the best books are the ones that make me SO ANGRY because like what gives you the right to write this well, you know? Beautiful sentences make me want to throw books and that's how I know the writer is killing it. Like, this may be just me because I write, but when I read so called "good" writ…
For the reader, a work of art can make a kind of mantra: by giving form to devastation, the poem rescues the reader from a darkness without shape or gravity; it is an island in a free fall; it becomes his companion in grief, his rescuer, a proof that suffering can be made somehow to yield meaning.
My heart is a bar and someone else works there now. My heart is in a bar that feels like someone else’s home when I walk into it.
If you have read this whole thing, I hope you have plenty of time. You could have been reading the stories.
The magical thing about Stephen King is he just keeps writing.
I’ve always had trouble with the notion of ‘respectable’ work. I understand the human need to categorize, but I love the reality that he’s in his own stratosphere.
What he created shaped us.
I think that book has helped so many of us stick to our guns and keep at it. That’s a book that was so empowering. He was so eloquent and incisive in that book. Here he is, larger-than-life Stephen King, and yet there he is across from you, telling you to chill out and work.
The characters felt real, the world felt like our own, and there was no safety net — you weren’t safe in the daylight, your family could turn on you, and children weren’t safe from the monster. In fact, sometimes they were its favorite food.
My jaw hit the floor at the realization that stories like The Shining or The Dead Zone or those from Night Shift could actually exist. Characters from and of our world faced with horrors and challenges from somewhere else.
It’s not something I tell my friends about anymore. I don’t want to see disapproving faces. I just want your mouth on mine.
When I came to New York I was in pieces, and though it sounds perverse, the way I recovered a sense of wholeness was not by meeting someone or by falling in love, but rather by handling the things that other people had made, slowly absorbing by way of this contact the fact that loneliness, longing,…
There is no substitute for touch, no substitute for love, but reading about someone else's commitment to discovering and admitting their desires was so deeply moving that I sometimes found I was physically shaking as I read.
It was raining in Los Angeles the day of my appointment, which is basically a push notification from nature like, you still haven’t watched the third season of Transparent and you own all those couch blankets and don’t I make you feel so coooold and ~reflective~?
A long time back, I used to listen to a song by Dennis Wilson. It was from 'Pacific Ocean Blue', the album he made after The Beach Boys fell apart. There was a line in it I loved: "loneliness is a very special place." As a teenager, sitting on my bed on autumn evenings, I used to imagine that place…