Kneecaps only exist to get hit with claw-hammers; grace only exists to be fallen from.

We’re the worst thing because for us the worst thing is the best thing. And it’s only the best thing for us if it’s the worst thing for someone else.

The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it.

I don’t know where the universe came from or what happens to creatures when they die. I don’t know if the whole thing’s an unravelling accident or an inscrutable design. I don’t know how one should live—but I know that one should live, if one can possibly bear it.

Once you've stopped loving someone breaking his or her heart's just an unpleasant chore you have to get behind you. My God, you really don't love me anymore, do you? No matter your decency the victim's incredulity's potentially hilarious. You manage not to laugh.

Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.

Nicotine and alcohol embraced in my system like long-parted siblings, grateful to me for reuniting them.