How does it feel? I feels exactly like one of those dreams in which you suddenly realize that you have to take a test you haven't studied for and you aren't wearing any clothes. And you've left your wallet at home. When I am out there, in time, I am inverted, changed into a desperate version of myself. I become a thief, a vagrant, an animal who runs and hides. I startle old women and amaze children. I am a trick, an illusion of the highest order, so incredible that I am actually true.

He had never realized, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.

You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old and fat and losing your hair.

That's what alcoholics do. It's in their job description: fall apart and then keep falling apart.

When we met I was wrecked, blasted, and damned, and I am slowly pulling myself together because I can see that you are a human being and I would like to be one, too.

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

Do you ever miss him? Every day. Every minute. Every minute, she says. Yes, it's that way, isn't it?