One of my da's tragedies was always the fact that he was bright enough to understand just how comprehensively he had shat all over his life.

Time works so hard for us, if only we can let it.

My father told me once that the most important thing every man should know is what he would die for.

This girl: she bent reality around her like a lens bending light, she pleated it into so many flickering layers that you could never tell which one you were looking at, the longer you stared the dizzier you got.

Some people should never meet.

I am not good at noticing when I'm happy, except in retrospect.

I wasn't sure I could make it through another hour of his company without throwing my stapler at his head.