If you want everything to be nice and straight all the time, then go live in a world made with a triungular ruler.

It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. "You can't fight it.

Killing time is not an easy job.

Either I'm funny or the world's funny. I don't know which. The bottle and lid don't fit. It could be the bottle's fault or the lid's fault. In either case, there's no denying that the fit is bad.

That was the rule. Break one of my rules once, and I’m bound to break many more.

Even if you don't acknowledge it, people die, and guys sleep with girls. That's just how it is.

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.