Don't talk. Kill it." That might be the sweetest thing a woman's ever said to me on a first date.

...playing with the Barbie-size keyboard on my new phone. Phones are like toys now. They fit in your pocket, light up and vibrate like joy buzzers. Plus, you can get-I mean, "access"-the Internet and find anything you want. Music. Maps. Porn. Anything. If cell phones came with a cigarette dispenser, they'd be the greatest stupid invention ever.

In this life, no matter what anyone promises you, what allegiances of love or fealty they swear or what gods they pray to, you will never have more than what you have at this moment.

Being able to embrace contradictions is a sign of intelligence. Or insanity.

I seldom feel trapped by my world. Setting up rules and restrictions is part of the process. It gives your world shape. I always look at these things like haiku: you have to work within certain parameters, but within them, you’re completely free.

That's what Glocks are. High-precision killing machines that scream "Daddy Issues.

Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.