We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

Everyone holds a certain type of power. For young people, it's their youth, their attractiveness, and their energy. But they're terrified that as those qualities fade, what are they going to replace that form of power with?

We're all of us haunted and haunting.

When you reach the end of your life - trust me, you won't look back and savor the moments you spent alone.

No, Miss Wright didn't want to meet her kid. To her, that relationship was just as important, just as ideal and impossible as it would be to the child. She'd expect that young man to be perfect, smart, and talented, everything to compensate for all the mistakes that she'd made. The whole wasted, unhappy mess of her life.