They couldn't catch you if you didn't stop running.
There's something ugly about the flawless.
Then how did he manage to deceive you? Because I let him. And why would you do that? Because I wanted to feel safe. Safety is an illusion we sell to children to help them sleep. Then I wanted to be a...
Some mills rose up behind those buildings, their windows broken or nonexistent, the brick edifices festooned with graffiti, the land reclaiming the lower floors and punching cracks through the foundat...
Puedes tener algo a la vista durante toda tu vida, esperando que reconozcas su presencia, pero a menudo estás demasiado cerca para verlo.
People don't fix each other, Joseph. And they never become anything but what they've always been.
It never works that way. Once that ugliness has been forced into you, it becomes part of your blood, dilutes it, races through your heart and back out again, staining everything as it goes. The ugline...
I go on the presumption that everyone's full of shit until proven otherwise, and this usually serves me in good stead.
Grief, he said, is carnivorous. It feeds whether you’re awake or not, whether you fight it or you don’t. Much like cancer. And one morning you wake up and all those other emotions—joy, envy, greed, ev...
You ever hear of Little Christmas? he asked her. ’Course, she said. January sixth. Nobody remembers it anymore. Meant something in my time, she said. My old man’s too. Her voice picked up a tone of di...
You do not want to be a noble person? She held her thumb and index finger close together. A little bit?He shook his head. I've gt nothing against noble people, I've just noticed they rarely live past...
What’s it about? Danny seemed authentically curious.The night. It’s got its own set of rules.Day’s got rules too.Oh, I know, Joe said, but I don’t like them. They stared through the mesh at each other...
We were supposed to grow old together, Dolores. Have kids. Take walks under old trees. I wanted to watch the lines etch themselves into your flesh and know when each and every one of them appeared. Di...
My father's gone, Joe said eventually. Emma's dead. Your brother's dead. My brothers scattered. Shit, D, you're one of the only people I know anymore. I lose you, who the fuck am I?
Love like that? Hell, it seems so pure, it's damn near criminal.
How many psychiatrists does it take to screw in a lightbulb? I don’t know. How many? Eight. Why? Oh, stop overanalyzing it.
Cruelty is older than the Bible. Savagery beat its chest in the first human summer and has kept beating it every day since. The worst in men is commonplace. The best is a far rarer thing.
When they'd first come out in the morning, a single flounder lay flapping and puffing in the breezeway, one sad, swollen eye looking back toward the sea.
Your father picks you up from prison in a stolen Dodge Neon with an 8-ball in the glove compartment and a hooker named Mandy in the back seat.
You don't have a partner, Marshal, You came here alone.