“Every cigarette still thrills me. The zing, the smell, the trail of vapor beside me, as if…”

“Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor…”

“As far as I could see, life demanded skills I didn’t have.”

“Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark…”