This is love if it's not with you, a terrible fiery something that makes people look away, and it feels like a punch in the throat.

I suppose I'll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies.

To stutter through it with you or even stop stuttering and say nothing, was so lucky and soft, better talk than mile-a-minute with anyone. After a few minutes we’d stop rattling, we’d adjust, we’d settle in, and the conversation would speed into the night.

You meet people who are in pain in life and love and you forgive them for behaving the way they do.

It is very difficult to make one's way in this world without being wicked at one time or another, when the world's way is so wicked to being with.

There was still plenty of water in the basement, and I felt it soaking me from the knees on down. If someone wanted to torture me until I told them a critical piece of information, all they would have to do is get my socks wet. It feels terrible.

...there's nothing wrong with occasionally staring out the window and thinking nonsense, as long as the nonsense is yours.