“The dead don't write letters. But the one I opened had her handwriting.”
Source: The Wringler: A Letter From Home
“They said time heals everything. They never said what to do when time sends you a letter.”
Source: The Wringler: A Letter From Home
“I buried her once. I thought that was the end of our story.”
Source: The Wringler: A Letter From Home
“Thank God for closing certain doors. Some were going to lead you to the morgue.”
Source: Beyond the Closed Door: Unique Keys to Unlock Destinies
“You can build a new life in a new city, but ghosts don't need directions to find you.”
Source: The Wringler: A Letter From Home
“Home isn't where you find peace. It's where the truth finally corners you.”
Source: The Wringler: A Letter From Home
“Grief lingers -
a heavy chain rattling in the quiet,
a burden carried from hand to hand,
generation to generation,
as if pain were an inheritance
we do not know how to refuse.”
Source: Obey the Moon: 1995–2025, A Collected Work Vol. II
“A CAVE I will never, ever get out of, you said: your exact words. A cave that probably has other people in it, maybe a lot of them, and sometimes you think you can hear them around you or behind you or ahead of you, talking, crying, pounding on the walls, but you can’t be sure because the pain is making you crazy, and to be crazy is to have more noises in your head than usual. A cave that can disguise itself as a morgue, or a coroner’s office, or a courtroom, or a bedroom, or the bathroom, you said: a cave you carry around with you like a chair you have to sit in wherever you go, and, to everybody else, it just looks like a normal chair, but to you it’s the top of a slide, and every time you sit down on it you head down into the depths.”
Source: Devil House
“I've been a little selfish, I think, telling Leo about Bobby, just because it was a way of helping me to keep his memory fresh. Trouble is, no one lets me talk about him. Frank can't often bear it because he's so steeped in guilt he manages to carry on only by acting as if Bobby never existed. I worry for Frank. Where will it end, all this unresolved grief that has no place to go? His way of coping is to work himself into the ground so that he falls into an exhausted sleep each night, ready to start over again at sunrise.”
Source: Broken Country
“But death seemed so sweet, to have no pain, a soul unburdened by guilt, a life free of trauma, an existence where I could fade away between countless others…”
Source: To Hell With You