You were sixteen years old and you were messed up and alone like a motherfucker. You were also convinced - like totally utterly convinced - that the world was going to blow itself to pieces.

“Love was a rare thing, easily confused with a million other things, and if anyb…”

“In love! She wafted through her day like a woman with a concussion.”

“Her rage filled the house, flat stale smoke. It got into everything, into our h…”

“Success, after all, loves a witness, but failure can't exist without one.”