Grief, I swear to God, doesn't live in the heart. It lives in the senses. And sometimes, all I want to do is cut off my nose so I can't smell her, hack my fingers off at the joint.
Dennis LehaneThe best thing that can happen to people entering creative professions is the dwindling of all other possibilities.
Dennis LehaneCharm was the luxury of those who still believed in the essential rightness of things. In purity and picket fences.
Dennis Lehane