My major regret in life is that my childhood was unnecessarily lonely.

Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.

I'll pay you a million dollars if you tell your life story for true.

It's odd about tattoos. I've talked to several hundred men convicted of homicide-multiple homicide, in most cases. The only common denominate- I could find among them was tattoos. A good eighty percent of them were heavily tattooed.

I haven't anything against whores, except this: some of them may have an honest tongue but they all have dishonest hearts.

Before birth; yes, what time was it then? A time like now, and when they were dead, it would be still like now: these trees, that sky, this earth, those acorn seeds, sun and wind, all the same, while they, with dust-turned hearts, change only.

The way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically.