You're in a horse race but you're thinking like a sheep. Sheep don't win horse races.

God deals us all different hands. How we play 'em is up to us.

You're in a horse race but you're thinking like a sheep. Sheep don't win horse races.

I wondered if the fire had been out to get me. I wondered if all fire was related, like Dad said all humans were related, if the fire that had burned me that day while I cooked hot dogs was somehow connected o the fire I had flushed down the toilet and the fire burning at the hotel. I didn't have the answers to those questions, but what I did know was that I lived in a world that at any moment could erupt into fire. It was the sort of knowledge that kept you on your toes.

New Yorkers, I figured, just pretended to be unfriendly.

She had her addictions and one of them was reading.

....he said it was interesting. He used the word 'textured'. He said 'smooth' is boring but 'textured' was interesting, and the scar meant that I was stronger than whatever had tried to hurt me.