Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger, for food, but the real hunger, the deep hunger, for family, for love, for belonging.

Firequencher raised his hand. "I've been staying out of family conversations. Do I get credit for that?

Satanic Verses is a despicable book that could not have been written by a person who wished to behave decently and responsibly.

Even the most introverted person alive is constantly hungry for human association

Once you duct-tape a Ziploc bag to a man's chest, there's no going back.

Humans invent an imaginary lover and put that mask over the face of the body in their bed. That is the tragedy of language my friend. Those who know each other only through symbolic representations are forced to imagine each other. And because their imagination is imperfect, they are often wrong.

The worst thing about the fantasies of the mentally ill is that they're so damned consistent. They never let up. They never give you any rest.