Most people are chained to their own fear and stupidity and haven’t the sense to level a cold eye at just what is wrong with their lives. Most people will continue on, dissatisfied but never attempting to understand why, or how they might change things for the better, and they die with nothing in their hearts but dirt and old, thin blood - weak blood, diluted - and their memories aren’t worth a goddamned thing.

I will never be a leader of men, and neither do I want to be one, and neither do I want to be led. I thought: I want to lead only myself.

All you will get from me is death.

I saw my bulky person in the windows of the passing storefronts and wondered, when will that man there find himself to be loved?

He is not bad, I don't think. Perhaps he is simply too lazy to be good.

I lay in the dark thinking about the difficulties of family, how crazy and crooked the stories of a bloodline can be.

...things I had come to find humor in would make your honest man swoon.