It’s hard to grieve in a town where everything that happens is God’s will. It’s hard to know what to do with your emptiness when you’re not supposed to have emptiness.

Life being what it is, one dreams not of revenge. One just dreams.

If, along the way, something is gained, then something will also be lost.

David Bergen is a master of taut, spare prose that's both erotic and hypnotic. . . .

I wondered if it was possible to donate my body to science before I was actually dead. I wondered if a disease were to be named after me what the symptoms would be.

But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.

...and I put on "All My Love" and watched the sun rise yet again and thought thank you Robert Plant for all your love but do you have anymore?