Revival: A Novel

When in doubt, lay out.

No death, no light, no rest.

He lurched toward her like Ahab on the deck of the Pequod, dragging his bad leg.

Question: Death, where is thy sting? Answer: Every-fucking-where.

“The world’s most brilliant confabulators are in asylums.”

she’ll beat me like a redheaded stepchild.”

I think that gratitude for life, whatever the cause, indicates that one has managed to hold on to the core of one’s sanity.

if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.”