“Yes, liquor is the thin white coat of paint you wash over the cracks in your foundation. Makes any rotten house livable for a few hours. Sometimes days.”

“You either trust or you distrust coincidence. It 's either small doses of magic pulling you to your appointed destiny or the devil trying to lead you down to the thorns.”

“Days grow hotter and life grows shorter.Time is somehow running out.She flips her pillowso she won't have to sleep on her tears.”

“The theory is simple.Every boy, every man, is reallya bit of a golden retrieveror a big chocolate Lab.Watch any man's eyesat the bounce of a ball.His head tilts slightly sideways, just a hair,as a primitive focuscomes to life.”

“You can’t own something unless you can swallow it”

“And were you cornered by her,eye to eye,you would see thatthere are still some watchful creatureswhose essence lies unbound by words.There is still a wilderness.”

“Knowing someone isn't coming backdoesn't mean you ever stop waiting”