We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?

“My life had a tendency to spread, get flabby, to scroll and festoon like the fr…”

“I’m not used to girls, or familiar with their customs. I feel awkward around th…”

“The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin …”

“If you can call it talking, these clipped whispers, projected through the funne…”