It's Hard To Close The Door On

I Won The Parental Lottery. Most Of The Kids I Grew Up With Either Came From Really Fractured Homes, Or Really Violent Ones. I Went Home To A Very Traditional, Good Irish Catholic Family.

There's Something Ugly About The Flawless.

Believe It Or Not, Marshal, I Believe In Talk Therapy, Basic Interpersonal Skills. I Have This Radical Idea That If You Treat A Patient With Respect And Listen To What He's Trying To Tell You, You Just Might Reach Him. (87)

Chuck Said, “hey. How Many Surrealists Does It Take To Screw In A Lightbulb?” Cawley Looked Over At Him. “i’ll Bite. How Many?” “fish,” Chuck Said And Let Loose A Bright Bark Of A Laugh.

He Wanted To Ask Her What Sound A Heart Made When It Broke From Pleasure, When Just The Sight Of Someone Filled You The Way Food, Blood, And Air Never Could, When You Felt As If You'd Been Born For Only One Moment And This, For Whatever Reason, Was It.