She is everything. And if she is everything, maybe that's answer enough.

You might say that death has relaxed me.

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.

It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.

The kind of stuff I usually read is a bit more on the literary side, like books that I think are influential in the sense that they're doing pulpy subject matter in a refined way. Like 'The Road' by Cormac McCarthy, I loved that book.

Came to . . . see you.” “But I had to go home, remember? You were supposed to say good-bye.” “Don't know why you . . . say good-bye. I say . . . hello.” Her lip quivers between reactions, but she ends up with a reluctant smile. “God you're a cheeseball. But seriously, R—

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.