There’s little in life that’s so disheartening as constant cold.
Strange, the things you noticed when your day – your life – suddenly went over a cliff you hadn’t even known was there.
Nothing in nature is that even; man is the inventor of straight edges.
Feelings are invulnerable to rational thought.
Because, if given a knife and a hand in which to hold it, the mind would eventually eat itself. Not because it wanted to; because it did not want to.
Going north, he thought, but that was wrong. Not going north. Because it’s not a train; it’s a time machine. Not north; back. Back in time. He thought he heard the moon mutter.
We drank because we’re drunks. We never get better. We get a daily reprieve based on our spiritual condition, and that’s it.
When it comes to memory, we all stack the deck.
Ah, it’s a real pit. Sort of place where they eat what they run over on the road. Gorillaville. You eat the beer, then you drink.
The crowd had the plump, righteous, slightly constipated look that seems the exclusive province of businessmen who belong to the GOP.
You don’t have to look back to see those children; part of your mind will see them forever, live with them forever, love with them forever. They are not necessarily the best part of you, but they were once the repository of all you could become.
Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts’ deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all.
It’s best to be ruthless with the past. It ain’t the blows we’re dealt that matter, but the ones we survive.
Some things don’t rest easy, even when they’re dead. Their bones cry out from the ground.
That morning he had awakened next to his wife, and had eaten breakfast across from his son. They talked about stuff, like people do. We never know. Any day could be the day we go down, and we never know.
Gravity is the anchor that pulls us down into our graves.
Stand and be true.
The body is either stupid or infinitely wise, but in either case it is spared the terrible witchery of thought; it only knows how to stand its ground and fight until it can fight no more.
We’d all be scared if we knew what was swept under the carpet of each other’s minds.
When you get smarter you don’t stop pulling the wings off flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.