Quotes from Will Christopher Baer

Monogamy doesn't work unless it rises up from the bones. Because it promises nothing but fear and tension when forced on you. It fills you up with despair where there might be joy. It shoves guilt and paranoia and self-loathing down your throat, if you don't truly want it.

I thought I loved her. But there was fear between us, truly.

I can even hear the sun. It sounds like a jet taking off in the middle of the night.

They diagnosed me with borderline personality. I'm paranoid and antisocial and I have an unusual indifference to violence. They said I don't believe the rest of the world is real and consequently I don't trust anyone and I don't mind hurting people and what else is new? I used to be a cop. That shit is normal. It's perfectly normal.

And my life went to pieces, like a love letter in the rain.

Multiple personalities. Don't freak out but I'm pretty sure I have them. Not a clinical thing, not a disease. But a distraction to be sure. There are maybe six or seven pretty concrete versions of myself knocking around in here and I mean it gets fucking crowded when everybody is drunk or talking at once.

Disappear, she says. I love that word.

Which do you prefer, she says. Sex or Violence? I try to smile. What's the difference, really.

Sorrow is like the ocean and sometimes I wish my heart would stop.

I am so stupid, so easily fooled. It's really almost funny. If I could lift a finger I would gladly kill myself.

A friend is like anything else. A dog, a plant. You ignore them and they tend to die on you.

I'm cold, Religiously cold.

All superheroes had pretty much the same problem. Batman was flash and sexy compared to Bruce Wayne and even Robin was a lot cooler than Dick Grayson. As for Superman, well. It was a fucking miracle that Clark Kent had never committed suicide.

Anything you can imagine is probably true. And the worst you can imagine is probably worth money.

I have saved no one but myself and now I watch for the other universe to unravel in my skull, for the sky to become my own skin and fill with stars.

Reality is in the business of killing off fiction.

men are much softer than women, more sentimental. They cry at the movies and pretend not to. The male of the species is weak. He doesn't tolerate pain well.

Love is like a reptile, you cut off its tail and it grows another one." Kiss Me Judas

The digital sunset always looks better than the real thing, always. Because a sunset generated by the basic package of yellow sun and blue sky is unreliable. Today it may be stunning, hypnotic. Tomorrow it may be lifeless and dull, a white sky scorched with yellow. Tomorrow the sky will be velvet.

Open your eyes, boy. Your eyes. Open your eyes and no more turn aside and brood.

He has the expression of someone who wishes the rain would stop.

I crouch beside her bed and stumble through the only prayer I know: now I lay me down to sleep and pray the Lord my soul to keep. It's a appropriate, I think. And still I feel worthless. I want to comfort her, to chase her fears into the snow. But sympathy is buried in me, like a stone in the belly of a goat. And the goat is the rare animal that will eat garbage. I hold her hand until she falls asleep, then steal fifty dollars from her purse.

I'm going to kill Jude this afternoon for fun, then eat my own putrid kidney for dinner.

It's been too long since I sat so close to a woman and my first impulse is to move away.