Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

Forever made that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender.

Crank, You See isn't any ordinary monster. It's like a giant octopus, weaving its tentacles not just around you, but through you, squeezing not hard enough to kill you, but enough to keep you from reeling until you try to get away. Try, and you hunger for it grasping clutch, the way its tendrils prop you up, your need intensifying exponentially every minute you refuse to admit its being (p.469)

I want to know living love. And I don't want to wait for it.

Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.

Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More like total commitment. More like I have walked down the aisle, holding hands with the monster.