Nobody ever lost money underestimating the intelligence of the American public.
No, I’m a coonass, my religion is shaky, and I’ve never hit the juice.
No, I ain’t wanted there, I don’t like it there, I ain’t coming in there . . . Good-bye.
Maybe justice is finally catching up with this asshole.
Like many my age, I believe people in groups are to be feared and that arguing with others is folly and the knowledge of one generation cannot be passed down to the next.
I’m so strong I got muscles in my shit,
Instead, he lived inside his loneliness
If there is any human tragedy, there is only one, and it occurs when we forget who we are and remain silent while a stranger takes up residence inside our skin.
I went to the bathroom in my pants. That’s what you done, man.
I hit him so hard spittle and blood flew from his mouth onto a woman’s blouse four feet away. I drove my fist into his kidney, a blow that made his back arch as though his spine had been broken, then...
I don't like to bust drunk drivers. I don't like to listen to their explanations, watch their pitiful attempts to affect sobriety, or see the sheen of fear break out in their eyes when they realize th...
How do you explain to yourself the casual manner in which you threw your life away?
Emmeline seemed to lie the way all narcissists do. Whatever they say, regardless of its absurdity, becomes the truth.
But the past is the past, and you don’t get it back.
At a certain age, you realize the greatest loss you can experience is a theft you perpetrate upon yourself—the waste of days given us. Is there any more piercing remorse than the realization that a pe...
All drunks, particularly those who grew up in alcoholic homes, have that same sense of angst and trepidation, one that has no explainable origins. The fear is not necessarily self-centered, either. It...
Humility is not a virtue in a writer, it is an absolute necessity.
…He has finally learned that lying to oneself is an offense for which human beings seldom grant themselves absolution.He comes to believe that acceptance of a wintry place in the soul and a refusal to...
Thankful
Of the story showed the four brain-destroyed women Linda Gail had shown me. The grainy transfer of the images to newsprint had made them even more macabre. The story had come off the wire in Los Angel...