The mad sometimes drilled holes in their own heads to let the demons out. To relieve the pressure of thoughts they could no longer bear. Jude understood the impulse. Each beat of his heart was a fresh and staggering blow felt in the nerves behind his eyes and in his temples. Punishing evidence of life.

Don't ever have children, Tyler, unless you're ready to be afraid everyday for the rest of your life.

Don't mourn, Organise

I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

I remind myself that no one day of writing matters all that much. A story is built somewhat like a stalactite - one little drip of mud and grit at a time.

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.