Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were.

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the way it all changed. Living turned me into nothing.

One listless day followed another, with nothing to distinguish one from the next. You could have changed the order and no one would have noticed.

I closed my own jazz bar so I could be a man who can write novels as I like. I was pleased about that. This pleasure was connected to the pleasure of writing.

Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they'll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.