Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

No, none of us seem so very real. We're only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.

She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.

Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.

The girls you meet are never very far from their worst-case scenario.