{...}It is as if after surviving so much, there was no longer reason to survive.

He spent the next weeks blocking scenes of the bureaucrat fucking his wife. On the floor with cooking ingredients. Standing, with socks still on. In the grass of the yard of their new and immense...

and i wouldn't say no to something sweet.

Touch had always saved them in the past. No matter the anger or hurt, no matter the depth of the aloneness, a touch, even a light and passing touch, reminded them of their long togetherness.

{…} but I believe that things are extremely complicated, and her looking over me was as complicated as anything could ever be. But it was also incredibly simple.

We are lying to ourselves and to each other.Lying about what? I don't care if we're lying.I am a bad person.I don't care. I don't care what you are.

We believed in our grandmother's cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to...

i couldn't speak the language of his feelings

Jacob wrestled with God for the blessing. He wrestled with Esau for the blessing. He wrestled with Isaac for the blessing, with Laban for the blessing, and in each case he eventually prevailed. He...

I made up my mind that nothing, nothing was going to stop meNot even me.

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.

He couldn't bear to live, but he couldn't bear to die. He couldn't bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he...

It might sound naive to suggest that whether you order a chicken patty or a veggie burger is a profoundly important decision. Then again, it certainly would have sounded fantastic if in the 1950's you...

Or perhaps a widow found him and took him in: brought him an easy chair, changed his sweater every morning, shaved his face until the hair stopped growing, took him faithfully to bed with her every...

I realized I was on a something island. 'How did I get here,' I wondered, surrounded by Nothing, and how can I get back?

Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of...

But the point isn't that I want to know everything about you. It's that I don't want anything about you withheld.