We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.
Some part of me knew from the first that what I wanted was not reality but myth.
You have to go where the book leads you.
But this wealth of information produced little or no insight.
Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.
Fault always lies in the same place: with him weak enough to lay blame.