I think reality is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.

“McVries seemed not to have heard. "These things, they don't even bear the weigh…”

“hair Butch waxed so heavily that it seemed to scream up from his skull.”

“All I'm focusing on is pickin' 'em up and layin' 'em down.”

“Almost everyone can remember losing his or her virginity, and most writers can …”