Nights without beginning that had no end. Talking about a past as if it'd really happened. Telling themselves that this time next year, this time next year, things were going to be different.

It's strange. You never start out life with the intention of becoming a bankrupt or an alcoholic or a cheat and a thief. Or a liar.

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.

My life is going to change. I feel it.

What do any of us really know about love?

When a reader finishes a wonderful story and lays it aside, he should have to pause for a minute and collect himself.

I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.