You can talk about love all day, but until you feel it, you might as well be an albino under an umbrella.

“When I burp I’m not just pushing polluted air into the world—no, I’m espousing …”

“Her love was like cigarette smoke stirred into coffee. I drank it so fast it ma…”

“I covered up my mistakes—with dirt, like you’d do with any other dead bodies.”

“The name’s David Davidson, and I am not my own son. I’m also not my own father,…”