“Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.”

“Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll ...”

“Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all.'Does that scare you?'Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father.'It's like something's waiting.”

“I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.”

“Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say.Of course those who write short books have even less to say.”

“Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful.”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”

“She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?”

“Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.”

“Although sex was something they both regarded as perilous, marriage had, by contrast, seemed safe a safe house in a world of danger; the ultimate haven of two solitary, fearful souls. When you were...”

“There is no rest for the humble except in despising the great, whose only thought of the people is inspired by self-interest or sadism.”

“There is no rest for the humble except in despising the great, whose only thought of the people is inspired by self-interest or sadism.”