I normally can't stand vice-free people. They conflate a narcissistic instinct for self-preservation with moral superiority. Plus, they suck the life right out of a party.

There are so many more important things to worry about than how you're perceived by strangers.

Don't get me wrong, I love literary fiction. It's faux literary fiction I can't stand.

Happiness comes in moments, & then it's gone until the next time. Could be years. But sadness settles it.

It had occurred to Sean once - on a bender about ten years before with some buddies, Sean and a bloodstream full of bourbon turning philosophical - that maybe they HAD gotten in that car. All three of them. And what they now thought of as their life was just a dream state. That all three of them were, in reality, still eleven-year-old boys trapped in some cellar, imagining what they'd become if they ever escaped and grew up.

There are threads in our lives. You pull one, and everything else gets affected.

You've learned that every good lie is threaded with truth and every accepted truth leaks lies.