It’s always nice when two people who don’t got no one else find each other as friends.
There’s always beauty, if you know where to look.
If a crowd can flinch, they flinch. More than a thousand men flinch under the fist of just one. I don’t see what the women do.
Time goes on, even when yer not looking.
Why can’t we learn to live with how we are? And whatever anybody chooses is okay by the rest of us?
What a sad thing men are. Can’t do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can’t build something up without tearing it down.
I just stand there like a doofus wondering just what in the effing blazes is going on.
We don’t say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can’t say everything, so you don’t say nothing.
I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he’s curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.
Life ain’t fair. It ain’t. Not never.
Flakes of white fall thru the trees and onto the road, catching on our clothes and hair. It’s a silent fall and it’s weird how it makes everything else seem quiet, too, like it’s trying to tell you a secret, a terrible, terrible secret.
Dogs don’t got the problems of people. Dogs can be happy any old time.
She looks at me. She does. She.
To live is to fight, to preserve life is to fight everything that man stands for.
It’s not that you should never love something so much that it can control you. It’s that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled. It’s not a weakness. It’s your best strength.
But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.
Life equals running and when we stop running maybe that’s how we’ll know life is finally finished.
If the world wants you, it’s gonna keep on coming till it gets you. And who am I that can fix it? Who am I that can change this if the world wants it so badly? Who am I to stop the end of the world if it keeps on coming?
Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.
That’s the thing I’m learning about being thrown out on yer own. Nobody does nothing for you. If you don’t change it, it don’t get changed.