
Vampires taste like shit, by the way. Rotten, slimy, and cold. Can’t recommend.
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Culture Commentary and Miscellaneous Musings

Vampires taste like shit, by the way. Rotten, slimy, and cold. Can’t recommend.
page 388

So blind we humans are—so blind. To each other and to ourselves, moving through life as though through shadows, putting out a hand in the dark and thinking we have touched someone. And maybe we have, as Artie did with Rhonda Lazarre that day. But mostly we travel through life unsighted, grasping only the smallest details of one another’s selves, including our own. Thinking all the while that we can see.
page 59

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.
Henry Hill in GoodFellas (narration)

And I remembered looking back over my shoulder as we ran away, Eddie Glackin lying there alone, not a friend in sight to hold him as he bled out, and I thought what a lonely world it was for unlovable fucks like us.
page 126

Therefore man was created single in the world to teach that for anybody who destroys a single life it is counted as if he destroyed an entire world, and for anybody who preserves a single life it is counted as if he preserved an entire world.
Jerusalem Talmud Sanhedrin 4:9
Heinrich W. Guggenheimer, 1999-2015