Of all the conditions we experience, solitude is perhaps the most misunderstood.
You’ve been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you.
The man had added to his body in a way that was brave and timeless and beyond adornment.
I'll tell you this, lad: A tattoo says more of a fellow looking at it than it can do of the man who's got it on his back.
Those partial to drink were hiding faults and dishonesty. They were sloppy souls, even the ones with pleasant manners and fine noses.
I don't like novels that tie everything up in a plot-y way. I always think that's not really true of life, particularly of people in power.