Grief was a terrible and beautiful thing.

Life was like that- there would always be something scratching at the door. And whatever was scratching would just scratch and scratch until you opened the door.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to rank the people in your life. That's not how the heart worked. The heart didn't make lists.

We'd been so sure of ourselves, but now we were lost.

And prayer? How could you pray to a God you wanted to hit?

The thing about tears is that they can be as quiet as a cloud floating across the desert sky.

Be as peaceful as a dancing spring flower.

The Internet was a wonderful invention. It was a computer network which people used to remind other people that they were awful pieces of shit.

The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.

Detroit is just like everywhere else, only more so--a lot more so.

Divorce was very sad, obviously, but now I've gotten over it.

'Twas drink made me fall in love, And love made me run into debt, And though I have struggled and struggled and strove, I cannot get out of them yet.

Lawlessness is a self-perpetuating, ever-expanding habit.

Sometimes you have this tragedy which turns into an incredible opportunity.

Crying never helped anybody do anything, okay? You have a problem, you face it like a man.

Why have a cake if I can't eat it?