Even when you self-destruct, you want to fail more, lose more, die more than others, stink more than others.

Let's enjoy the aimless days while we still can.

There are times when you want to stop working at faith and just be washed in a blowing wind that tells you everything.

It is interesting ... how weapons reflect the soul of the maker.

That's why people take vacations. No to relax or find excitement or see new places. To escape the death that exists in routine things.

A dead afternoon in a dark bar was not the worst of fates.

The novel is the dream release, the suspension of reality that history needs to escape its own brutal confinements.