The faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception.

It really is better to be lucky than to be good.

…a cheerful black shadow reared up behind him as he spoke, thundering a happy challenge to my Dark Passenger, which slid forward and bellowed back.

Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.

I am unlovable...I have tried to involve myself in other people, in relationships, and even - in my sillier moments - in love. But it doesn't work. Something in me is broken or missing and sooner or later the other person catches me Acting or one of Those Nights comes along.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of our neighbor's children?