The perfect life and beautiful death of a gangly little mermaid...
...By grace of the human mind we can contemplate and prepare for death. Naso couldn't do that, but the countervailing grace is that she lived as though she were immortal until the moment she died, her head nestled in my lap. The last she saw of me were my red-rimmed eyes. The last I saw of her was her smile.
She lived a perfect life and she died a beautiful death and she never once knew even a moment's regret. But she was a little mermaid - every dog is a little mermaid - always on the outside looking in, a misfit in...
The perfect life and beautiful death of a gangly little mermaid...
...By grace of the human mind we can contemplate and prepare for death. Naso ...
You can't win in Vegas until you know what it is you're playing for.
Las Vegas lives and dies on the fear of loss.
Everything is sold that way. The best things in life are free, and the people who actually have a good time in Vegas - as opposed to accumulating more and more devastating regrets - are not to be found on the floors of the casino, not on the Sucker side of the table and not on the house side of the table.
But the very best future a Mark can pray for, when he steps up to gamble, is to lose slowly. He knows he's going to lose, no matter what bullshit he spews, and his...
You can't win in Vegas until you know what it is you're playing for.
A Christmas more merry... There is only one Christmas, isn't there? Holly and mistletoe. A golden retriever by the fire. Mom bastes the bird while dad carols with the choir. Icicles cling to the branches of birch trees and fat, wet snowflakes tumble down, lit by the yellow glow of gaslights. Horses nicker and children giggle and lovers nestle and sigh. We're all dreaming of a white Christmas - and we're all dreaming. Talk a walk in Brother Willie's shoes to see a picture of Christmas you'll find nowhere else. "But you always know where to find me, don't you? If I ain't making cheese-burgers...
A Christmas more merry... There is only one Christmas, isn't there? Holly and mistletoe. A golden retriever by the fire. Mom bastes the bird while dad...
