how to win the lottery s2e8 – end zone by don delillo
“that’s the essence of the word. it’s a football, isn’t it? it is a foot ball. my foot sought union with the ball.”
“that’s the essence of the word. it’s a football, isn’t it? it is a foot ball. my foot sought union with the ball.”
“she stood crimson-faced and extensively rumpled, as if she’d been rousted from bed, and my guts avalanched within me and i knew i adored her.”
“all this time aviva has surely believed that seung died because of her. what has that done to her?”
“even in death the boys were trouble.”
“putting henry at shortstop—it was like taking a painting that had been shoved in a closet and hanging it in the ideal spot. you instantly forgot what the room had looked like before.”