"How could he think his way out of the problem when the problem was the way he thought, Patrick wondered."
"'Madison Avenue and Eighty-second Street,' he said, realizing that the Quaalude, which was after all a large pill, was stuck halfway down his throat. As the cab sped up Madison Avenue, Patrick twisted his neck into various positions in an attempt to get the pill all the way down."
"'I can't fucking believe it,' he snarled, kicking a Louis XV-styled chair."
"'Hi, Fred,' said Anne. Hello, Mrs. Eisen. Can I help you with your package?' said Fred, waddling over. 'Thanks,' said Anne, stopping theatrically, 'but I can still manage two fillefeuilles and a pain aux raisins. Say, Fred,' she added, ' I have a friend coming over round four o'clock. He's young and"
"‘Where’s the loo?’ Anne told him how to get there, and Patrick waded across the carpet in the direction she had indicated. Once he had locked the bathroom door Patrick felt a familiar sense of security. Inside a bathroom he could give in to the obsession with his own physical and mental state which "
"‘Sure,’ said Anne resignedly,’By the way, I forgot to ask, how is Debbie?’ The question filled Patrick with horror which assailed him when he was asked to consider another person’s feelings. How was Debbie? How the fuck should he know? It was hard enough to rescue himself from the avalanche of his o"
"Eleanor had watched her mother's persecution with the same vivid silence as she experienced in the face of her own gradual disintegration tonight. Although she was not a cruel person, she remembered being helpless with laughter watching her stepfather, by then suffering from Parkinson's disease, lif"