Sometimes, however much you plan, however many precautions you take, something happens, and in a minute the world is changed. After that, you’re the person on the other side of that minute.
Frederick WeiselMots clés changes teller weisel frederick-weisel
The thing about hitting bottom is that, in the middle of it, sometimes you don’t know if you’re really hitting bottom or just bouncing off ledges on your way further down.
Frederick WeiselMots clés teller weisel frederick-weisel hitting-bottom
Do you know what the essential problem of the piano is?” he asked. He held me so his head was a few inches from my own. His eyes darted back and forth. “It is impossible to play continuously on a piano string like a violin. The problem is to sustain a note.
Frederick WeiselMots clés piano teller weisel frederick-weisel
People are complicated,” she said. “Didn’t they teach you that in biography school?
Frederick WeiselMots clés people biography teller weisel frederick-weisel
There’s an old adage: the sensation of drowning reminds you of everything you ever knew about swimming.
Frederick WeiselMots clés drowning swimming teller weisel frederick-weisel
Over the years, Skye sampled every drug she could find, and like many addicts, had a working knowledge of pharmacology. She snorted coke and swallowed pills. She took downers—orange and red Seconal, red and ivory Dalmane, Miltown, Librium, Luminal, Nembutal, and Quaaludes. Blue devils, red birds, purple hearts. Enough of them sank her in a kind of coma, where she watched her own limbs suspended in front of her in syrup. For a party, there was Benzedrine, rushing in her veins and making her talk for an hour in one long sentence. Day to day, she carried yellow tablets loose in her pockets, Dilaudid and Percodan, and chewed them in the back of classrooms. But her favorite was the greatest pain reliever of them all, named for the German word for hero.
Frederick WeiselMots clés drugs teller weisel frederick-weisel
Seth lay on a sofa. His large dirty work boots were defiantly planted on the sofa cushion, all his energy focused on smoking a cigarette, as if it were a job.
Frederick WeiselMots clés smoking teller weisel frederick-weisel
Of course, when you fall out of love, it’s rarely about just one failure or one betrayal, is it? . . .
How does it happen? All those things you once loved about each other are replaced by other things that remind you of something you hate until you’re always setting each other off, and what you share is a battleground. In the end, the failure turns out to be less about sex—which surprises most men—and more about loss of respect. One morning your partner looks at you across the bed and wonders at the waywardness of her own heart—how, she asks herself, can she feel such disdain for someone she once felt such love?
Mots clés love hate failure betrayal teller weisel frederick-weisel
Take a seat, Charlie,” he said. “I’ll kill you in a few minutes. It’ll be good for you.
Frederick WeiselMots clés murder teller weisel frederick-weisel
Anita Kleinman was a slight woman in her seventies. Her hair was thinning and white with a touch of pink, and was swept back from her face in unbroken waves. She wore a full-length Chinese silk gown covered with bright gold dragons on a blue background. Her fingers were tipped with long red nails and heavy with gold rings. She held out her arms in an expression of welcome and perhaps to show me the full extent of her dragons.
Frederick WeiselMots clés characters teller weisel frederick-weisel
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