What could be lonelier than trying to communicate?.

She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her..

This life is but the childhood of our immortality..

This wasn't the sea of the inexorable horizon and smashing waves, not the sea of distance and violence, but the sea of the etenally leveling patience….

When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when….

Down the hall came the wife. She was glorious, burning. She didn't know yet that her husband was dead. We knew. That's what gave her such power over ….

The first kiss plummeted him down a hole and popped him out into a world he thought he could get along in—as if he’d been pulling hard the wrong way ….

After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy..

Sometimes what I wouldn't give to have us sitting in a bar again at 9:00 a.m. telling lies to one another, far from God..

English words are like prisms. Empty, nothing inside, and still they make rainbows..

Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine..

I feel very privileged to hear how somebody used to run around stickin' people up and stealing cars, and now they're gettin' their life back together….

How could I do it, how could a person go that low? And I understand your question, to which I reply, Are you kidding? That's nothing. I'd been much l….

When we were arguing on my twenty-fourth birthday, she left the kitchen, came back with a pistol, and fired it at me five times from right across the….

We can’t always tell the whole story about ourselves..

There was a part of her she hadn’t yet allowed to be born because it was too beautiful for this place.

And with each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me. And then I would remember I had a wife at home who lov….

I make the road. I draw the map. Nothing just happens to me...I'm the one happening..

We’d torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that.

We in Purgatory sing fondly of Hell..

That world! These days it's all been erased and they've rolled it up like a scroll and put it away somewhere. Yes, I can touch it with my fingers. Bu….