“Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.”
“Pride is a wound, and vanity is the scab on it. One's life picks at the scab to open the wound again and again. In men, it seldom heals and often grows septic.”
“We cannot heal the wounds we do not feel.”
“scar tissue is what remains when the wound heals. they never tell you that. reminders, they are. those sons of bitches.”
“Wounded?” was all I could manage. “Yes,” said Pat. “And you’re wounded in the same place. That’s what fathers do if they don’t heal their wounds. They wound their children in the same place.”
“Time healed all wounds, but there was nothing you could do to fix stupid.”