Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.

If you can hit a guy once, you can hit him twice.

How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so.

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.