“A secret is a rotting anchor, hidden in deep water. You drop it and convince yourself that it’s safe, tethered beyond sight. In that peculiar comfort, you forget that it binds you. And when a storm rolls in, it will not raise.”

“It’s funny but true: you can much more easily bottle up an emotion when it’s hi-grade nuclear. You give awaythe little things, but with some small ingenuity, you can conceal some really fucked-up shit, especially in plainsight. If you can’t extract the elephant from the room, paint the walls grey. Just be mindful not to step oneither end of it after.”

“Welcome to the real world, Scott. The sweet things in life don’t seem so sweet when you have to roll up your sleeves and fix the greasy machines that make them, do they?”

“If you take the cemeteries tour, remember that the bigger the crypt, the bigger the bastard. You need an extra leg-up to Heaven when the Devil has you by the ankle.”

“In New Orleans, absurdity is like the humidity. It permeates everything, until you stop noticing it. It connects everything and everyone in its oddness and the climate of convention has no place within it. That’s how it goes there. You live, breath, and feel the life that finds you. Thinking’s not required. Thinking can come later, when the weather breaks and you need some saner shelter.”

“Dig all you want. I have nothing for you. But dig all you want. I want you to.”

“You were made for me, built for no other purpose than to make me love you.”