It's pretty hard to have faith when everybody is trying to lock you up.

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.

Like some kind of strange vacuum cleaner I tried to console him. I recited the same old litanies that you say to people when you try to help their broken hearts, but words can't help at all. It's just the sound of another human voice that makes the only difference. There's nothing you're ever going to say that's going to make anybody happy when they're feeling shitty about losing somebody that they love.

Her sunny side was always up.

Our names were made for us in another century.

The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.