Sometimes what I wouldn't give to have us sitting in a bar again at 9:00 a.m. telling lies to one another, far from God.
Down the hall came the wife. She was glorious, burning. She didn't know yet that her husband was dead. We knew. That's what gave her such power over … - Denis Johnson
Down the hall came the wife. She was glorious, burning. She didn't know yet that her husband was dead. We knew. That's what gave her such power over …
- Denis Johnson
The first kiss plummeted him down a hole and popped him out into a world he thought he could get along in—as if he’d been pulling hard the wrong way … - Denis Johnson
The first kiss plummeted him down a hole and popped him out into a world he thought he could get along in—as if he’d been pulling hard the wrong way …
After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy. - Denis Johnson
After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.
This life is but the childhood of our immortality. - Denis Johnson
This life is but the childhood of our immortality.
She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her. - Denis Johnson
She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her.
When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when… - Denis Johnson
When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when…
Sometimes what I wouldn't give to have us sitting in a bar again at 9:00 a.m. telling lies to one another, far from God. - Denis Johnson
This wasn't the sea of the inexorable horizon and smashing waves, not the sea of distance and violence, but the sea of the etenally leveling patience… - Denis Johnson
This wasn't the sea of the inexorable horizon and smashing waves, not the sea of distance and violence, but the sea of the etenally leveling patience…
What could be lonelier than trying to communicate? - Denis Johnson
What could be lonelier than trying to communicate?
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