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El Presidente was no longer in a mood to see the American press.

The dark creatures are still, yet they give life to the whole mountain.

I have three girls from my previous marriages, but she beats them all.

The interrogator was both man and deity, prophet and god.

We backed up and I kept ripping it at his face, trying to knock his teeth out.

I tell her I’m a woman now, that my boobs just popped in.

We want to revisit what life was like before technology infected us.

Hannah Sarvasy

The child is too perfect to be human; too perfect, truthfully, to exist.

The stupider the president the more power you arrange for him.

I have heard stories of the river, how people were willing to die to cross it.

For two days I’ve been weeping over a nineteenth-century novel.

Six other guests smoked Marlboro Lights, and ashtrays filled up.

He was last in Calcutta more than fifteen years ago, for his mother’s funeral. Han Ru feels something vaguely discomfiting, followed by a surge of recognition.

She had a situation where she’d lost her driver’s license for speeding.

If you want to know what to write, ask yourself what obsesses you.

“Now, just what brought you down all this way?” they wanted to know.

What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.

Sing so dogs bark, oxen bolt. Sing so a girl walks out on her lover.

Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.

Take this man, Stepan. His deep mellow voice soars in my heart.

We were young and lived wild lives in the delightful city of our sojourn.

Those under us are not dead. They are dancers. We are the music.

You never see Westerners, so you don’t think of them as human beings.

In the backyard I submerge myself in a bathtub of soil, soak with the hose.

He was ready to move on, to touch his patients, to cut them open.

Sister Barbara folded her arms like a forbearing husband.

There was a shout, then a shot fired. I pressed the shutter again and again.

Her family was still poor and hungry and scared.