We’d turn our lives into a terrible adventure. A true-life horror story with a happy ending. A trial we’d survive to talk about.

The gyms you go to are crowded with guys trying to look like men, as if being a man means looking the way a sculptor or an art director says.

If I turn up suicided in the morning, it was murder.

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.

Some stories, she’d say, the more you tell them, the faster you use them up. Those kind, the drama burns off, and every version, they sound more silly and flat. The other kind of story, it uses you up. The more you tell it, the stronger it gets. Those kind of stories only remind you how stupid you were. Are. Will always be.

We've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first.

Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.