Quotes from Craig Clevenger

I love you, I said, but not out loud.

Candle is an X-ray, it's a matter of wavelength.

My left hand is a Rorschach blotch all its own, a six-fingered, skin-blood-and-bone ink splatter. People see it and fly their worst fears and secret fetishes at full mast when they think they're being discreet. They see it as strange, fascinating, ugly, beautiful, disgusting or erotic depending on what's behind their eyes.

I woke up with a heart attack just out of my field of vision and with my dick in my hand, saying, I love you I love you I love you over and over...And that my dear sweet love of my life, is how things were without you and I'd done everything I could to keep you from knowing that

I do know that I fell in love with the moment of falling in love and I wanted to keep that moment alive forever, at the expense of all those moments to follow.

The combination to be on guard for is young and bored, or young and resentful. You can spot them at social gatherings, the grad students or interns who tell you about syndromes, conditions, deviances, and disorders, and they love, love, love to talk. They speak in half-sentences with a knowing smile-squint, watch you falter at the pause, and then keep talking.

If no God, there must at least be a pattern-making demiurge.

They see my fingers, they run. Dominique. Alicia. Penny. They see my fingers, they want their hair pulled. Alex. Renee. Kristin.

A person's life story is equal to what they have plus what they want most in the world, minus what they're actually willing to sacrifice for it.