What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.

Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

Don't believe everything you hear today

I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.

Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.