Nothing more exhilarating (he wrote) than saving yourself by the simple act of waking.

“Before all hope died I used to have this stupid dream that shit could be saved,…”

“You need to learn how to walk the world, he told me. There's a lot out there.”

“I couldn't help it. I tried to keep it down but it just flooded through all my …”

“...a particularly Jersey malaise--the inextinguishable longing for elsewheres.”