The girl in 8G has no faith in herself,” Marla shouts, “and she’s worried that as she grows older, she’ll have fewer and fewer options.
En el viejo Dunsboro colonial, el masoquismo sigue siendo una habilidad valiosa. Como en la mayor parte de los trabajos.
The only thing that makes earth feel like Hell, or Hell feel like Hell, is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven.
You know,” Manus sniffs and wipes the back of his hand under his nose. “I’m high right now so it’s okay if I tell you this.” Manus looks at Brandy bent over him and me crouched in the dirt. “First,” Manus says, “your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.
It’s just a book. It’s not supposed to happen.
What I am is a recall campaign coordinator, I tell the single-serving friend sitting next to me, but I’m working toward a career as a dishwasher.
She’s being such an overreaction.
Los placeres de la viudedad solo duran hasta que te vuelves a casar.
She’s not Italian in any way you’d notice. No garlic smell or big armpit hair. She came here to attend medical school. Frigging medical school. In Iowa. The truth is, immigrants tend to be more American than people born here. The.
Las mismas leyes que nos mantienen a salvo nos condenan al aburrimiento. Sin acceso al caos verdadero, nunca lograremos la paz verdadera.
El jefe lleva puesta una corbata gris, y eso significa que hoy es martes.
It’s not a big deal, the way Dr. Marshall sees it. We do it every day. Kill the unborn to save the elderly. In the gold wash of the chapel, breathing her reasons into my ear, she asked, every time we burn a gallon of gas or an acre of rain forest, aren’t we killing the future to preserve the present? The.
No es que no te queramos, solo que no lo demostramos”, dice mi madre en una de sus cartas.
This is the greatest moment of your life,” Tyler says, “and you’re off somewhere missing it.
Love is a skill you learn. Like house-training a dog. Maybe a talent you do or do not build up. Like a muscle. And if you can’t learn yourself to love blood family, than you’ll never truly love. Not nobody.
The way you can move from city to city and always find a Catholic church, the same Mass said everywhere, no matter what foster place the kid was sent, he could always find the Internet. The truth was, if Christ had laughed on the cross, or spat on the Romans, if he’d done anything more than just suffer, the kid would’ve liked church a lot more.
It’s funny, what you remember about a person”.
More and more, for the stupid little kid, that was the idea... That if enough people looked at you, you’d never need anybody’s attention ever again. That if someday you were caught, exposed, and revealed enough, then you’d never be able to hide again. There’d be no difference between your public and your private lives. That if you could acquire enough, accomplish enough, you’d never want to own or do another thing.
Nos resulta imposible imaginar el pasado. El pasado, el futuro, la vida en otros planetas, todo son extensiones, proyecciones de la vida tal como la conocemos.
We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we’ll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won’t.