History is nothing except monsters or victims. Or witnesses.

Anything pretty,' Claire will tell you, 'it's only for sale because no one wants it.

Skinny guys fight till they're burger.

When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we’ll only tell strangers, someplace private in the padded cell of midnight. These important stories, we rehearse them for years in our head but never tell. These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.

Since change is constant, you wonder if people crave death because it's the only way they can get anything really finished.

The first time we meet another person an insidious little voice in our heads says, "I might wear eyeglasses or be chunky around the hips or a girl, but at least I'm not Gay or Black or a Jew." Meaning: I may be me- but at least I have the good sense not to be YOU.

Everyone wants to be tested and challenged. Everyone would like a good, honest fight to exhaust their frustrations.