The world has become a playground of idiots and zealots, where the ever-shrinking centre of reasonable men must work harder and harder to keep the lights on and the bombs from going off.

One of the hardest and truest things a grown-up learns is that sometimes it’s not okay.

How easily the paint of civilization peels off with a little bad weather.

I mostly drink clear booze because the rest of it looks it’s already been through a gentleman.

But it will be harder for you if you remember. Love is always harder. Love means weathering blows for another’s sake and not counting them. Love is loss of self, loss of other, and faith in the death of loss.

If you’re looking for a story about nice people doing nice things, this isn’t for you. You will be burdened with an unreliable narrator who will disappoint and repel you at every turn.Still with me?Too bad for you.I can’t wait to break your heart.

This heavy, grass-loving dog,

We have time?” he said.She didn’t say anything, just unbuckled his pants, flipped him half erect out of his shorts. Traced a fang on his tenderest skin, put the tip of it in the hole.“Ah,” he said. “Careful.”She smiled around him, then sucked him.

If marriages didn’t need divine assistance to survive, weddings wouldn’t be held in churches.

Modern life makes so many of us strangely empty.