“Some of the more industrious ones were washing the windshields of cars that had been trapped by the red light. I used… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
The masses-I love em-they rush for red lights, risking everything to capture a few seconds, only to get home and waste their… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
When I was in my teens, I made an appraisal of how comfortable my life could turn out when I became the age I… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
Is it so wrong to just live life and enjoy it? Between fun and function, why must we choose the latter? — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
“I had grazed along the surface of her actions and made deep judgments. Rejecting someone because you couldn't understand their love, that was a… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
Stressful jobs, loveless marriages, bad food-most people kill themselves slowly every day. — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
“My last chance had vanished into itself like a snail coiling up into his shell. Insidiously I had lost my grip, and now this… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
Perhaps the price of comfort is that life passes more rapidly. But for anyone who has lived in uneasiness, even for a short, memorable… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
“Nowadays the standards had plummeted so far that I failed even at being a failure. I silently packed up. Nothing else was left. They… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
“In Brooklyn I am content, the closest we can come to a sustained happiness.” — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
Although I didn't write myself off as a complete failure, all illusion and romance was gone. I was no longer able to inflate myself;… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
If I want to build wealth to transfer to the next generation, I can let it grow on a tax-free basis. — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
I lay in bed and watched moments break into phenomenal particles of panic and could actually see the divine crack of God’s ass as… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
“Some of the more industrious ones were washing the windshields of cars that had been trapped by the red light. I used to see… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
