A person's memory is everything, really. Memory is identity. It's you.

But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.

When you're six, most of your Bingo balls are still floating around in the draw-tank.

Semi-facetiously, when people ask me why I write these kinds of stories, I simply say that I was warped as a child. And, there is some truth to that.

Your Plan and the stuff that comes out of my asshole bear a suspicious resemblance to each other.

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.

Definition of a wanderer: a guy who's always looking beyond.