He liked cheap women, fast cars, late nights, and hard liquor, especially all together. In Jack’s view, you are obliged to sin on Saturday night so you’d have something to atone for Sunday morning. Otherwise, you’d be putting the preacher out of business.
Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.
No miles of level desert, no jagged mountain heights, no sea of endless blue Neither words nor tears, nor silent fears will keep me from coming back to you.
Having regrets is the only sign that you’ve done anything interesting with your life.
The span of three or four minutes is pretty insignificant in the scheme of things. People lose hundreds of minutes everyday, squandering them on trivial things. But sometimes in those fragments of time, something can happen you’ll remember the rest of your life.
Seduction is merely encouraging a man to do something he already wants to do.
A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.
Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.
You have to rely on whatever sparks you have inside.
I realized I wasn’t going to find a man until I was willing to expose myself to possible harm, to assume the risks of rejection and betrayal and heartbreak that came along with caring about someone. Someday, I promised myself, I would be ready for that kind of risk.
I’d rather be insane with you than sane without you. – Jake to Lydia.
Weddings are never about the bride and groom, weddings are public platforms for dysfunctional families.
I like pessimists. They’re always the ones who bring life jackets for the boat.
Damn it. I don’t know how to be a husband, or father. But since your standards in both areas seem to be relatively low, I may have half a chance at pleasing you.
Sometimes an imitation of love can be pretty damn convincing.
It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them... not as if they had met before... but as if they had come close several times until finally an impatient Fate had forced their paths to intersect.
Dad,” I said hesitantly, “I wish you could be there for me even when I’m doing the wrong thing. I wish you could love me even when I’m screwing up.
Then he raised her enough to whisper in her ear, and while his voice was tender, his words were savage. “You’re my woman, and no man or God or ghost will ever take you from me.
There were times in life when you had to take a risk that might end in failure. Because otherwise you would be haunted by what you hadn’t done... the paths you hadn’t taken, the things you hadn’t experienced.
Just look at the fellow, standing there like a bloody Greek god. Do you think she chose him because of his intellect?