You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.

Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love

Now you know how I justify my addictions—if I can pay less for it than I would at Wal-Mart, I get to have it.

There was no lifeboat here in these deep, killing waters, not even a lighthouse, marking the way back to shore with its soft amber promise. There was only the storm of Barrons and the one I seemed to be, and if there were dark shapes moving in the waters beneath my feet that I should probably take a good hard look at and possibly reconsider trying to swim here, I didn’t care.

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?

I contemplate the notion that maybe regrets are a process of accumulation of time, as unavoidable as a closet full of clothes and more bags of them in the attic. Is accumulated baggage what makes people get old? If so, they need to clean out their fecking attics, send the stuff to consignment shops and remember how to walk around naked like kids, little bellies sticking out, always ready for a good laugh.