There's nothing like a shovel full of dirt to encourage literacy.

There's something final about saying you were married once. It's like saying you were dead once. It shuts them up.

It's true that there is a rescue thing in people, and not just rescuing the family, which is kind of obvious from a biological point of view. But why is it that some people will jump into a freezing river and swim out to a downed plane for total strangers? What is that about? And it seems to be that it's part of your concept of who you are. That's why some people run into the burning buildings, because if they don't, their concept of who they are will be violated. They wouldn't be who they thought they were.

I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.

Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.

He doesn't know which is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him if he looks at it too clearly. Then there's the future. Sheer vertigo.

You say, The sensed absence of God and the sensed presence amount to much the same thing, only in reverse.