If it comes down to a choice between being unloved and being vulnerable and sensitive and emotional, then you can just keep your love.

you can make mean anything.

Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.

You're not getting this back you know. Consider it an asshole tax.

We're all of us haunted and haunting.

You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. Every time you don't throw yourself down the stairs, that's a choice. Every time you don't crash your car, you re-enlist.

In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rock feller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighways.