So this is why I write. Because most times, your life isn’t funny the first time through. Most times, you can hardly stand it. That’s why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. And writing makes you look back. Because since you can’t control life, at least you can control your version.

Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. I am Jack's Broken Heart.

I'm not sure what we're running from. Nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up. Getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if running we won't have to get on with our lives.

It's not living alone if you keep a rifle under the bed.

You can't base your life on the past or the present. You have to tell me about your future.

What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that could happen.