At first, the new owner pretends he never looked at the living room floor.

Skinny guys fight till they're burger.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

I want to find something else, unknowable, some place that's not on the map. A real adventure.

Peter used to say that an artist’s job is to make order out of chaos. You collect details, look for a pattern, and organize. You make sense out of senseless facts. You puzzle together bits of everything. You shuffle and reorganize. Collage. Montage. Assemble.

When you understand, that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble up and throw your past in the trashcan, then we'll figure out who you're going to be.

You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?