When I reached the street I didn't know whether to go right or left. Soon I'd have to start acting like a person who cared about what happened to him.
Denis JohnsonTag: life direction meaning right caring person street left
There's a dizzying thrill in a philosophy that can only be tested by suicide.
Denis JohnsonWhat could be lonelier than trying to communicate?
Denis JohnsonWith a certain frustration I knew I spoke too soon, too urgently. I wanted to get out of the way the things I knew to say, wanted to say, the things I'd been thinking, all in the hope of moving into the unforeseen.
Denis JohnsonTag: words hope frustration thoughts unforeseen
. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them.
Denis JohnsonTag: love death human memory remembrance remember perish
She took my heat. Traded it to the devil for some bauble.
Denis JohnsonHer midriff bare, like the denizen...of some pampering seraglio.
Denis JohnsonTalk into here. Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.
Denis JohnsonI worked on a peak outside Bisbee, Arizona, where we were only eleven or twelve miles from the sun. It was a hundred and sixteen degrees on the thermometer, and every degree was a foot long. And that was in the shade. And there weren't no shade.
Denis JohnsonAfter the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.
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