It's funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?

the only mortal sin is giving up.

Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.

The more fiction you read and write, the more you'll find your paragraphs forming on their own.

A library card is good to have, you can never have too much ID.

Everyone needs a hobby, he said. And everyone needs a miracle or two, just to prove life is more than just one long trudge from the cradle to the grave.

And suddenly it didn't seem to matter any more, nothing would matter if she could turn over, turn over and see the stars, turn over and look once and die.