Our disappointment sits between us.
life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -
People don't do me much good.
You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.
New Year's Eve always terrifies me.
People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less and less to them; they would mean less and less to me.