Quotes About Reflection

I lay still for a while, picking up the scattered garments of my mind and trying to assemble some kind of reasonable outfit from them.

See? Even dead she makes me a better whatever-the-hell it is I am. A less stupid person. A more considerate monster.

I'll give you another example. The snake in the Garden of Eden?" "Yeah?" "It was just a snake. Humanity's first real decision was to defy God. So was mine. That's the reason I make you uncomfortable. We're so much alike.

To the dead. Let's think of them always, but not join them too soon.

Brooding is for chickens, as my first-grade teacher used to say. Or maybe it was Lucifer. Homily reciters all kind of run together for me.

I wish I could say, "No more Mr. Nice Guy," but the boat sailed on that one a long time ago.

I should sit down and make a list of everything I missed while I was gone. If you can't smoke in bars anymore, what other atrocities has the world committed?

You're a philosopher." "No. Just drunk.

It's not necessary to fill every moment with your own voice. Silence terrifies you. You see your own existence as so tenuous that you're afraid you'll pop like a bubble if, at every opportunity, you don't remind the world that you're alive. But wisdom begins in silence. In learning to listen. To words and to the world. Trust me. You won't disappear. And, in time, you might find that you've grown into something unexpected." "What?

Oh God, look what you did." "God's away on business, Kas. Talk to me.

How long has it been since I've seen sunlight? Down in the asshole of creation, it was a dim, perpetual crimson-and-magenta twilight.

That's it? That's all you're going to say?" "What else do you want?" "You usually have some smartass comeback." "I'm too tired for that shit right now. Aren't you?" "Most definitely.

He says, "Look into your heart, Stark," and hangs up. I look into my heart and all I can see is bourbon and me punching Samael in the balls.

You're morbid tonight," said Largo. "I'm morbid every night. I just don't always get the chance to share it with others.

ONCE UPON A time I was a regular jackass living a regular jackass life.

I say, "How do I look?" "Like a pail of manure dragged down a bumpy road and dumped into a river of puke," says a familiar voice from behind me.

The only stop I make is on a cliff overlooking the Pacific. I throw the road rage pistol far out into the water. Let the fish have it. They have more sense than some people, including me.

Finally, he says, "Who are you?" I say, "No one important. Who are you?" He has to think about it for a few seconds. Sort through a lot of mental detritus before he comes up with something. No, this guy hasn't chatted in a long time. "Billy?" he says. "Billy Boop.

You mean there are miserable, depressed assholes in Heaven, too?" "Of course." "A lot?" "Enough." "And they piss everyone off?" "They sure do." "Good." She bumps her shoulder into mine. "It's nice to see you.

I wonder if this is one of those things they call a "teachable moment." What it's supposed to teach me, I have no idea.

I consider going to Bamboo House and drinking myself horizontal, but that's what I always do, and where has it gotten me? Pretty much where I am now—standing in a hallway talking to myself about things and people I don't understand anymore.

Maybe I should have kept my rock. At least I wouldn't look quite so much like a deer caught in the headlights. No. I'd look like a deer with a rock. Forget it. We

Did I hurt your feelings again? Sorry. When this is all over I'll send some flowers to your inner child.

I'm trying very hard not to think about anything I'm doing. Of all the iffy things I've ever done in my life, I've never had to ditch a body before. While it's giving me a migraine right now, I think the fact that I'm not an expert on corpse disposal says a lot of good things about me and my life choices.