A short story is something that you can hold in your mind. You can really analyze how the entire thing works, like a machine

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

When you go out with a drunk, you’ll notice how a drunk fills your glass so he can empty his own. As long as you’re drinking, drinking is okay. Two’s company. Drinking is fun. If there’s a bottle, even if your glass isn’t empty, a drunk, he’ll pour a little in your glass before he fills his own. This only looks like generosity.

First your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.

Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.

Some people are just born human, the rest of us, we take a lifetime to get there.