if you were really busy, you could almost forget about it, but when you stopped moving, it was murder

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them

When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

She leaned toward me, offering her neck, and I kissed her just behind her ear.

I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.

It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.