Forgiveness has its comforts, but it can never give you back what you've lost.

Loneliness doesn’t exist on any single plane of consciousness. It’s generally a low throb, barely audible, like the hum of a Mercedes engine in park, but every so often the demands of the highway call for a burst of acceleration, and the hum becomes a thunderous, elemental roar, and once again you’re reminded of what this baby’s carrying under the hood.

There are some people out there who don't wait for what come next. They decide what should come next and they go and make it happen.

I want to explain everything to him, show him that it’s really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

We are all smiling in the picture, three brothers having a grand old time just playing around in the living room, no agendas, no buried resentments or permanent scars. Even under the best of circumstances, there's just something so damn tragic about growing up.

Things have been a mess for so many years that trying to pin down a starting point is like trying to figure out where your skin starts.

...you realize that you don't understand yourself any better than you understand anyone else.