Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.

If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.

My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.

Pac-Man? Or is it Donkey Kong?” In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. “Baseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?

Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.

My life sucks when I’m only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it’s really like, I’d probably jump off a bridge.

All I can think about is bed.” “We’re sharing the same thought.” “You’re thinking about bed too?” “I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.