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He’s clear about his wishes: to die in this house, in his own bed.

You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.

I can’t see a way out of this. Things will not necessarily get better.

Each harbored a sense that a family of three was not a real family.

Here’s the part where you pledge devotion until death, I told myself.

He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.

“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”

“I know, I know, I shouldn’t have done it, but they had it coming.”

Every voice an epitaph, and then a little tune from the neighbor’s yard.

Darla has come to the monument to fight against her mind.

Lust was just a frenzy of activity that had mostly led Benny in circles.

Jennifer Egan’s A Visit From the Goon Squad wins Pulitzer Prize.

I found myself wondering what her life had been in her widowhood.

We’ve tried, but it seems it is in the stars for us to hate each other.

At straight-up noon, the honeymoon was ruined, one day in.

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

The blood had been soaked up in sawdust—“this is hell.”

There in front of the house was his son’s ratty old Thunderbird.

It was on a mid-June morning that the stranger first called.

“He’s a mad dog on a chain. You don’t stick your fingers in his mouth.”

The face of love is a poem I am writing in an air-conditioned room.

He whispers words that sound as miraculous as the skinned fish of the clouds my father writhed like pentecostal snakes while he drove drunk

She was no man’s dark dream, only a girl forced to swim half-clothed.

She accused her husband with great drama of having destroyed her life.

He only told the world what the world wanted to hear from a guy who graduated from Harvard.

Derek was holding a gun. The barrel was pointed at his own temple.

It was a Saturday night in November when his diagnosis finally came.

Part of me wished I’d never tried heroin. The rest wanted to be high.