It's very hard to take yourself too seriously when you look at the world from outer space.
Vanessa didn't like it, but I figured a cop wasn't going to stop for a kid waving his hat in the street, not that day. They just might stop if they saw Darryl bleeding there, though. I argued briefly with her and Darryl settled it by lurching to his feet and dragging himself down toward Market Street.
A man is too apt to forget that in this world he cannot have everything. A choice is all that is left him.
Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.
You're dealing with the demon of external validation. You can't beat external validation. You want to know why? Because it feels sooo good.
Memory feeds imagination.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.