A cap of good acid costs five dollars and for that you can hear the Universal Symphony with God singing solo and Holy Ghost on drums.
There's hope around the corner.
I want to Live! Not Die, Not Hide, LIVE!
I rise up on my tiptoes. He's already bending his head down, moving his lips toward mine. And then, well, I haven't exactly studied this, but I'm pretty sure that ours is not the most expert kiss in Sualan history. It's a little hard to figure out how we should tilt our heads so our noses don't bump. But this kiss is a promise, a vow. Come to think of it, it doesn't really matter that ours is not the most expert kiss in Sualan history. It's still the best.
The sudden silence is horrifying, and it seems to catch my mother off guard. A tiny whimper escapes her, the sound amplified in the stillness. Surely, my father hears her now; surely he and I can't go on pretending she isn't crying.
The deadlines are much, much longer with books. When I was a reporter, a lot of times I'd come in at 8:30 a. m. , get an assignment right away, interview somebody, turn the story in by 9:30, and have the finished story in the paper that landed on my desk by noon.
That porch is a happy-looking place, and my father - burdened, stoop-shouldered, cadaverously thin - doesn't seem to belong on it.
I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.
I went to a lecture of [Arthur Koestler ] once, I never met him.
It was a real eye opener and I'm really pleased that I spent a year out there [in Real Madrid].
The science is in knowing; the art in perceiving.