“Some women remind you of a good book. Others remind you of a bad movie.”

“scar tissue is what remains when the wound heals. they never tell you that. reminders, they are. those sons of bitches.”

“Sometimes you just want someone to sit on the couch and watch a movie with.”

“I,” I start, and she turns to look at my lips moving, rehearsing for some grand proposal. “I think it’d be good idea if you brought a few books over and left them on my shelf.” I’m a writer, and this is as good as it gets. She didn’t need a ring, just the ability to borrow a bookmark whenever she needed, or unwritten or unspoken permission to take my copy of Cecil Brown’s The Life and Loves of Mr. Jiveass Nigger with the original cover.”

“Some of you are eternal doormen. holding the door open for those who are headed out into greatness. I thank you for that.”

“Everyone gets broken. Everyone. Some grow stronger in those breaks. Others never recover.”

“Some writers may never create a work. Their purpose is to help others create their first word.”