But life will be books for you, from here on
Sorry, my bookie gave me great odds
Where had the shine gone when it disappeared off everything?
Why, the dark is built right in, isn’t it?
It seemed like it would be cheating to use words
It would have been fine to scream
You think you’re so pretty, don’t you?
Not everybody can be lucky like you
There had been some kind of infraction; she was certain of that
She stared at the open door for a while
No hard feelings? What could ever be harder than feelings?
Everything’s weird if you stare at it
I want you to have fun
This moment might never come again
Those are goats. Only goats bleat
I don’t really have better things to do
Since when did you take an interest in sports?
I had this dream which suggested that it was going to be the ending of the whole book
They stared at each other in silence for an eternity
Things did not move with great urgency
We don’t have any luck as far as love is concerned!
Good art is never explicit enough
How long life seemed when one thought of the past
O please take me with you! I can’t bear to be left again!
Wouldn’t you retire from the world if you could?
One could not help being charmed and wishing him well in his little adventure
He praised everything except my physical beauty
It was a different reality
I see no undue cause for worry
It always makes me nervous when a woman intervenes
The southbound train from Paris was the one we had always taken from time immemorial
Gone fishing
Not that I know what I am supposed to feel
Are you okay?
I like to think of myself as droll but in an edgy sort of way
‘So,’ she says, ‘have you given any thought to my proposition?’
It is a town perceived as an aging beauty, wearing a fabulous fur coat that smells ridiculously of spilt martinis and tater tots
Don’t spoil the day for me
Everything naturally flowed toward mediocrity
Time and again, people rushed by and ignored her
What they did they did with no variation
She had been incapable of acting differently
‘May I kiss the bride?’ he asked shyly
It’s a mug’s game to me. Where’s it all going to get you?
He was furious because he could feel his face burning
And he had forgotten what they were laughing at after a while
In spite of the raincoat he was soaked
Now then, mind telling me who you are and what you’re doing here?
I’m missing my friends too
What do I do if there’s a gator?
« Previous Page — Next Page »