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

…she smiles in an exhausted but warm sort of way, as though she is a brilliant sun in some other galaxy

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.

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.

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

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

That’s the thing about living vicariously; it’s so much faster than actual living. In a few minutes we’ll be worrying about names for the children.