We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.

They don't find peace. It's pure bullshit. When something unspeakable happens, or when you do something unspeakable, it changes you. It takes you apart and reassembles you. You are a Frankenstein of circumstance, and the parts never fit back quite right and the life you live is a stolen one. You don't deserve to walk among the living, and you know it.

The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.

Denial: my family heritage. If you don't ask the questions, the truth will never inconvenience you.

Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something.

When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person,not the shell. That's why you can't fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that's why, when you really connect with a person's inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.

The woman I was seems hopelessly naive. I envy her.