There's so much goop inside of us, man," he said, "and it all just wants to get out.

When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when he had it all -- cash, booze, and a wife -- he couldn't be distracted from the great emptiness that was always falling through him and never hit the ground.

English words are like prisms. Empty, nothing inside, and still they make rainbows.

What could be lonelier than trying to communicate?

There was a part of her she hadn’t yet allowed to be born because it was too beautiful for this place

We can’t always tell the whole story about ourselves.

Sometimes I heard voices muttering in my head, and a lot of the time the world seemed to smolder around its edges. but I was in a little better physical shape every day, I was getting my looks back, and my spirits were rising, and this was all in all a happy time for me. All these weirdos, and me getting a little better right in the midst of them. I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us.