Margo says, "I know what she's talking about. The something deeper and more secret. It's like cracks inside of you. Like there are these fault lines where things don't meet up right.

Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime.

Wait, wait. I don't get it.' 'That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.

The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.

Scared isn't a good excuse. Scared is the excuse everyone has always used.

One of those moments he knew he'd remember and look back on, one of those moments that he'd try to capture in the stories he told. Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering.

Need is never a good basis for any relationship.