I told him to buy land, my mum says, theyโre not making it anymore.
There's a moment in every book when the book turns and it surprises me.
Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.
The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up. The shortcut to closing a door is to bury yourself in the details. This is how we must look to God. As if everything's fine.
His saliva tasted like the wet dicks of ten thousand lonely truck drivers.
I could imagine myself becoming one of Marla's stories.