Sometimes stories cry out to be told in such loud voices that you write them just to shut them up.

Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor

I didn't go to bars much. One drunken asshole was all I could handle and that was me. I wrote. I don't remember a lot of it.

and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.

If we don't have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12 - Jesus, did you?

I think that friendship always makes us feel such sweet gratitude, because the world almost always seems like a very hard desert, and the flowers that grow there seem to grow against such high odds.