Because we never got out. We never got out of the green. Our generation died there.
The folks who end up living the life they expected are more often than not end up taking sleeping pills or taking the barrel of a gun and pulling the trigger.
Relationship and connection happen in an indefinable space between people, a space that will never be fully known or understood by us.
Dark, don’t catch me here.
The come-down is ruination. Death to your happy.
According to the stories, you could go in there any night and see men close-dancing, rubbing their cocks.
Plus the cat, of course. He had an idea she had found it harder to leave Bill than to leave him. Scott recognized that was a little bitchy, but how often the truth was.
There are darker stories, many of them, that he keeps to himself.
Jedenfalls hat er oft gesagt, dass “nie” das Wort ist, auf das Gott horcht, wenn er mal lachen will.
Mostly because nobody with his kind of talent has a right to hide it from the world.
How its heart beats! How it struggles to get away! As we do, Paul. As we do. We think we know so much, but we really don’t know any more than a rat in a trap – a.
You can’t have everything, she thinks; into every life a little poop must fall. But sometimes you do get what you need. Which is really all a sane person can ask for.
They felt right together; they fitted neatly against each other’s edges.
The dead river of its breath would wash over him.
Because when Eddie’s in that fuckin zone, he could talk the devil into setting himself on fire.
Orphan Annie stood her ground. She had been raised that way in the Georgia canebrakes by a father who told her, “You don’t back down, girl, not for nothin.” Jean Ledoux had been a crack shot whether drunk or sober, and he had taught her well. Now she opened fire with both of Drummer’s handguns, compensating for the .45 auto’s heavier recoil without even thinking about it.
Annie was not swayed by pleas. Annie was not swayed by screams. Annie had the courage of her convictions.
The elms made him think of brothers, of sisters, of husbands and wives – he was sure that, beneath the ground, their roots were mortally entwined.
It was one of those perfect summer days which, in a world where everything was on track and on the beam, you would never forget.
Teenagers are fast. They’re like cockroaches that way.