“That’s fascinating,” said The Wolf. He said it in a very sincere manner. “I am forever succumbing to novelty. New things, you know, things I...
Nicholas and I arrange our schedule around what we call the PTSDs—Prime Times of Staring and Derision.
You’re sitting on top of a world with giant tubeworms and naked mole rats and warthogs and peacock mating rituals and you think I care...
With a few motions of my dimpled hand holding a razor I could give honor or take it away.
by Christine No When Mom was seventeen, Grandmother tied Auntie to a kitchen post and broke the knuckles on her right hand. When she was...
If I was trying to relive my youth, I said, he was trying to clog his arteries and hasten his death.
“There are different kinds of bite,” she said, “depending on intent.”
The city was bright in the evening, like an advertisement for the daytime, which even the evening liked better.
She takes her time undressing. She looks at me with those devil-eyes.
Eviction may be in the cards.
...nothing’s perfect, even for Frank Sinatra.
"I'll be here longer than you. I like being alive more."