. . . we agree that formal standards for identifying literary merit exist and are capable of being discerned, not merely of being ascribed. —but is this itself true?

Dawn is a grey mass, what is left of the night's chill slips between my t-shirt and belly skin. Somewhere else you once wrote that being loved when you don't love in return equals rape.

mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .

He adopts a stance known as Part the Wild Horse’s Mane but calls it a different name--the Part the Hair of the Skanky Barmaid for a Bleachjob position.

I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.

"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”

His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.

“The minute I stopped wondering about the meaning of life is when I finally started enjoying life.”

Joseph and his little brother, Kevin, were there again. Kevin was too small to understand what had happened yet. He would usually just go off, running around the statues and playing with the wreaths; the last time they'd visited he climbed a tree and broke one of the…

You have at least an intermittent belief.

My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...

you look like the insides of my cheeks chewed.

The redwood trees were taller than dreams

At the annual Earth Day celebration, Frieda looked up in the sky and saw a lone goose. It had caught her attention with its call, echoing off the buildings and trees.

I was sitting there drinking with Paul at the bar, and it was a Friday night and I was I was feelin good. I didn't have to go to work in the morning, and I had a few drinks and food in me, and I able to that on da cheap, which felt good. And Paul…