Our enemies ... seem always with us. The greater our hatred the more persistent the memory of them so that a truly terrible enemy becomes deathless. So that the man who has done you great injury or injustice makes himself a guest in your house forever. Perhaps only forgiveness can dislodge him.

The one thing I can tell you is that you wont survive for yourself. I know because I would never have come this far. A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body. As for me my only hope is for eternal nothingness and I hope it with all my heart.

Where in this pukehole can a man get a drink? he said

It just bothered me that you might think I'm somethin special. I aint.

Usually, you don't know where a book comes from ... it's just there, some kind of an itch that you can't quite scratch.

Any time you're throwin dirt you're losin ground.

He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.