“With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.”

“You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.”

“Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.”

“With the elevator stopped between floors, my view is about a cockroach above the green linoleum, and from here at cockroach level the green corridor stretches toward the vanishing point, past half-open doors where titans and their gigantic wives drink barrels of champagne and bellow to each other wearing diamonds bigger than I feel.”

“You can spend your whole life building a wall of facts between you and anything real.”

“Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.”

“Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.”