Even if you're going to die, you might as well die pretty.
He realized that he had thought only about the first step, never imagined the last.
I grew up sort of middle class, safe and suburban.
I'm of the opinion that the real is imagined and the imagined is quite real. The real is imagined, in the sense that we shape our stories, so anything that even happens on the news gets shaped in a certain way and gets a texture, and that the imagined can be real.
Pain's nothing. Pain's what you give, not what you get.
I guess this is what marriage is, or was, or could be. You drop the mask. You allow the fatigue in. You lean across and kiss the years because they're the things that matter.