Everywhere I go I'm too focused on everyone else to realize that they are too focused on themselves. And by everyone else I basically mean myself. It's hard to think about someone else when that someone else reminds you of you.

“A date is a place, a destination. March 5th, 1982 is the ideal tourist trap.”

“After I’m dead, I want to ghostwrite my autobiography.”

“His thin accusation hung thick in the air like fog smoking a cigarette.”

“Cats are living, breathing blankets. But a blanket, no matter how furry, cannot…”