Booksโthey weren't ladders out of the abyss, but they were companions.
Don't swear in the Literal Heart of Jesus.
Leaving feels too good, once you leave.
Night falls fast. Today is the past.
I shaved this morning for precisely that reason. I was like, 'Well, you never know when someone is going to clamp down on your calf and try to suck out the snake poison.
My days had a pleasant identicalness about them. I had always liked that: I liked routine. I liked being bored. I didnโt want to but I did.