“If I was president of the Slime Committee, I'd make it easier to come clean about shit. If coming clean is what you're supposed… — D.B.C. Pierre Copy Share Image
Don’t be lookin up at no sky for help. Look down here, at us twisted dreamers. — D.B.C. Pierre Copy Share Image
For all the sirens, game-show buzzers, and drum-rolls of life, it is the nature of men to die quietly. — D.B.C. Pierre Copy Share Image
“It just wasn't enough, in the end, I guess. The day he got his first thousand dollars, the neighbors must've got ten. Aim for… — D.B.C. Pierre Copy Share Image
And here I'm struck by an epiphany so monstrous in its scale, so blinding in its effect that I feel my skin has turned… — D.B.C. Pierre Copy Share Image
“She gets that fabulous edge that girls get to their voices, the edge that spells oncoming Tantrum From the Bowels of Hell, that says,… — D.B.C. Pierre Copy Share Image
“Imagine the spirit as a mansion. You’ll guess we don’t use many rooms. Apart from a few moments in childhood we don’t dance around… — D.B.C. Pierre Copy Share Image
The problem with learning the truth about things is that you lose the confidence that comes from being dumb. — D.B.C. Pierre Copy Share Image
“Every forty-three blinks, the flashing lights on the police cars that follow my van into Houston synchronize. They flash separately for a few turns,… — D.B.C. Pierre Copy Share Image
“A sob pops in my throat. I choke it, and look around for a harmless visual distraction, but all I see is a stocky… — D.B.C. Pierre Copy Share Image
“Another coupon tacked onto the pile I'll redeem when I get some power in my fucken life. Look around this life and all you… — D.B.C. Pierre Copy Share Image
