The first man is the only one that kills you.
—COLETTE, La Naissance du Jour
Who is Angel? Who am I.
Have you ever loved a mirror?
Laughed, on suicide watch, until Kool-Aid spilled
Is my dick the one getting off in a peanut can?
What most people don’t know is that most of your town butchers are on some kind of pill, powder, or liquid, to get them through the day.
I have a dream, after selling this book, someone asks me what it’s about. I explain and they say, So, the narrator is still pining after Finn? They put emphasis on the word ‘still.’
Internet celebrity Melissa Broder’s third novel is what one Goodreads user accurately deemed an “existential horny cactus western.”
Men are tyrants with their time; but women are tyrants with the eternal.
I’ve always wanted someone to tell me what I want, to sell me on a life I want to live.
Literature is happening all of the time, all around us, all at once.
That was my youth: I developed a sickness, a ruinous crush on the man at the filling station
I was driving down the freeway listening to Third Eye Blind way too loud
My friend asks if I believe in / gay marriage
I was stationed in Osh, a forty minute flight south of the capital. I had
a decent sized apartment
Part I of the book is titled Forest.
Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.
My father is talking fast, telling me how the redhead is waiting for him.
Gone, like T9 texting, is the once exciting novelty of being important, popular, scandalous
when congress bans our faves we will smuggle them through customs and call it praxis
I knew the talk about a baby was another red flag, but the more uncontrollable Amelie became, the deeper I got hooked. I couldn’t go back to what my life was before. I think it had been drowned the
