That's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through the silent parts.

This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.

That's the problem with having a moral code. We want to destroy the jerkish part of the jerks, but we want to save the human being underneath.

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

Then I go in the den and turn on Law & Order, since the only thing i can really count on in life is that whenever I turn on the TV, there will be a Law & Order episode.

Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words.