She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.

Nick is like a good stiff drink: He gives everything the correct perspective.

What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.

She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.

I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.

A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

Worries find you easily enough without inviting them.