It would perhaps not be amiss to point out that he had always tried to be a good dog. He had tried to do all the things his MAN and his WOMAN, and most of all his BOY, had asked or expected of him. He would have died for them, if that had been required. He had never wanted to kill anybody. He had been struck by something, possibly destiny, or fate, or only a degenerative nerve disease called rabies. Free will was not a factor.

Friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

I always drank, from when it was legal for me to drink. And there was never a time for me when the goal wasn't to get as hammered as I could possibly afford to. I never understood social drinking, that's always seemed to me like kissing your sister.

This inhuman place makes human monsters.

Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.

If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.