She cannot possibly be dead, people do not just die

I didn't know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

While I did not fancy myself a particularly good person, I never thought my first real sexual action would be prostitutional.

Tuesday—we had school for the first time. Madame O’Malley had a moment of silence at the beginning of French class, a class that was always punctuated with long moments of silence, and then asked us how we were feeling. “Awful,” a girl said. “En français,” Madame O’Malley replied. “En français.

I don't decide where I live. My wife decides. She's a curator of contemporary art, and she works at an art museum, so we go wherever she has a job. All basements look the same, so I can write from whatever basement I happen to be living in.

Also, it was a bit hopeless," he said. "A bit defeatist." "If by defeatist you mean honest, then I agree." "I don't think defeatism is honest, " Dad answered. "I refuse to accept that.

I was thinking about this girl you love so much," she said, "And this place I love so much. And how that happens. How you can just fall into it.