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It takes you more than ten thousand years to orbit the sun.

The road is covered with lake water that reaches Gloria’s calves.

I feel delicious tody! I can claim the whole lawn with just one flamingo.

Redemption is a broken bar on a cage. Loss is a sky of stars.

If he was cheating on her, he was cheating on her paintings as well.

The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks.

The sex in these fantasies was always a product of love.

It seemed that someone had died, but really it was part of us.

A week later, I said to a friend: I don’t think I could ever write about it.

It was to keep us impartial and to protect us from threats and bribes.

Sarah let herself be guided by her desire, inescapable and true.

Carol Edgarian

Of the sixteen elephants, one—a lady—completely took my heart.

I found it impossible to forget that we lived in a poor country.

The thumbnail spoke directly to the most excitable parts of himself.

“Dorm whores” his roommate calls them. They come for the booze.

He finds the note taped to the lid of the toilet: “There’s someone else.”

Beggars know to emerge when you’ve more than enough to give.

Grief is a rude houseguest. She stays up late. She leaves messes.

He had dreamed of being a front-runner, someone who changed lives.

Her hips, her pelvis, broke free of concerns. His eyes hovered.

“Hey, babe,” he said, breathing into the phone like a sex maniac.

I read cookbooks the way I do poetry, with a willingness to be transported.

This is the worst moment of her life, maybe of anybody’s life, ever.

We have mysterious inclinations. No one can explain it to us.

He’d been lost and tripping vividly on some speckled acid for days.

In a job like that you see the dirty work of Empire at close quarters.

When I went to Scotland for a wedding, I didn't plan on firing a gun.

The most arcane sexual practices could arouse me from my torpor.

He was living like a coyote, out on the margins. But then a letter came.