His electricity was shut off for non-payment on the hottest night of the year. The beer and vodka would stay cold for a few more hours. He held a bottle against his forehead and gave thanks for this small miracle.

You’re less a quantifiable entity than a loosely tethered association of wave particles in a shared location.

So far below an acceptable standard that it doesn’t even qualify as failure.

Even the simplest form possesses sufficient esthetic complexity for a lifetime of contemplation.

He didn’t want to be that guy who didn’t want to be that guy.

She told him that people with high self-esteem lacked imagination.

Realizing gradually, then all of a sudden, all of the stuff that’s never going to happen.

When he stepped out to get the paper the sun was shining, and he realized for the first time in months that he wasn’t scared. Maybe this was how it was for people. Maybe this was what he could hope for.