“Have you ever noticed how good things go to those who hate?”

“Have you ever noticed how good things go to those who hate?”

“Nothing bonds two solitary individuals like a good shared drunk. This is a scientific fact. It’s important, even necessary for the long-term welfare of the planet to get good and shit-faced with your neighbor every now and then.”

“Down below people were clipping by going nowhere fast. You could feel the long despairing history of the place. You could actually hear it, a low hum like the buzz of a sick bee that resonated with the fragments of a million broken dreams.”

“Nobody ever goes to that store to shop because it’s too crowded.”

“When it rains it pours and when it shines you get melanoma.”

“I knew I was in deep shit. I didn’t know how deep—just that I still hadn’t touched bottom.”

“I wouldn’t be caught dead sacrificing myself for this country.”

“I wondered about my inner child. In fact, I was troubled. Did I even have an inner child, I asked myself, given that, in essence, I’d just been born?”

“The simple act of sitting here sipping this cappuccino is its own testament to my commitment to living the writer’s life. Which is to say: doing nothing but doing it exceedingly well.”

“True, beneath the human façade, I was an interloper, an alien whose ship had crashed beyond hope of repair in the backwoods of Southern Appalachia—but at least I’d learned to walk and talk enough like the locals to be rejected as one of their own.”

“Have you ever noticed how good things go to those who hate?”