We laugh & it pits the world against us.

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.

The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

I wouldn’t kill your pony. I’d like to believe it, anyway. I’d like to believe I wouldn’t drag you out in to the woods and leave you there, either. So far, it hasn’t come up.

Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands, these shins, these soapy flanks

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.