There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.
Frank kept his face blank as he read the orders: Report to Berlin.
They went to pray for the dead. It was important to shed some tears.
Felicia knew why he was there. He was waiting. Waiting for her.
Chess was a humiliation that hung over him like a leper’s bell.
The allure of Mardi Gras is to feel this way: unseen and unseeable.
She is complaisant with all her clothes off. She moves to his touch.
He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.
He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.
I had the tongue of an adder and my heart was black with rage and hate.
We are like a village here, separated from the rest of the world.
Poems and stories are the whisperings of angels we cannot see.
The elevator inside him begins to fall with dizzying speed.
She knew what boys can do to girls: if the girls are alone, and helpless.
I saw her bed wasn’t slept in and knew—something had happened.
“Bo? I need you to be a big boy now,” she said. “Are you ready?"
On her wedding day Ellen accidently locked herself inside the pantry.
I had never thought of bed before as anything but an innocent place.
Somehow, Captain Brown made himself respected in Cranford.
Arnold’s daily life was a race between money and death.
The place your truest self inhabited was the place you could not bear.
Despite cell phones, they seem connected only by smoke.
Mostly, 90 percent of the time, the big ones trigger the bad attacks.
Of the sixteen candidates only eight would make the final cut.
She leaned back to accommodate the sweet delirium of his hands.
Their hands were acting as airfoils, producing lift, not drag.
There were women everywhere, all naked or nearly naked.
She heard the lowing of cattle, shouting, the crack of whips.
Now all I was, all I had ever been, when it came down to it, was a tenant.
Was this where he would grow old? Would it all end in a room like this?