My teachers could easily have ridden with Jesse James for all the time they stole from me.

We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.

Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.

For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren't you at all.

I thought about it for awhile, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn't ruin my birthday by secretly thinking about it too hard

The sun was like a huge 50-cent piece that someone had poured kerosene on and then had lit with a match, and said, "Here, hold this while I go get a newspaper," and put the coin in my hand, but never came back.

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.