I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance.

Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.

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

He wasn't perfect or anything. He wasn;t your fairytale prince charming or whatever. He tried to be like that sometimes,but i liked him best when that stuff fell away.

Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

my lungs sucked at being lungs.

If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd just let myself be trampled to death by the Satan Pig.