My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.

I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.

If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.

Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that's why we get along.

Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed the better I felt.