Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.

She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her.

How could I do it, how could a person go that low? And I understand your question, to which I reply, Are you kidding? That's nothing. I'd been much lower than that. And I expected to see myself do worse.

And therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person’s life on this earth. I don’t mean that we all end up dead, that’s not the great pity. I mean that he couldn’t tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn’t tell him what was real.

Write the unpublishable.. .and then publish it.

Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.

With each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me.