She thought about her life and how lost she’d felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she’d been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?

What is prayer but a wish for the events in your life to string together to form a story -- something that makes some sense of events you know have meaning.

With the first drink comes the truth, with the second drink comes wishful thinking, and with the third drink come the lies.

New York is a theme park for people with IQs over 108.

Compromise is said to be the way of the world and yet I find myself feeling sick trying to accept what it has done to me.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

Life is boring. People are vengeful. Good things always end. We do so many things and we don’t know why, and if we do find out why, it’s decades later and knowing why doesn’t matter any more.