30 Quotes by Rafael Yglesias

Otherwise the silence in the room was profound, the silence of places Brian had not yet been: gazing at the lifeless body of a beloved, the echo of a lost illusion, the tinnitus of betrayal.

For a while she had a vague longing to be a psychologist. “Talking therapy is dead,” Gary said when she raised the idea. “It’s all pills now.

Gary was a righteous man, frank about his lusts, and they were the lusts of the righteous: for sugar and fat and the succour of a wife.

Maybe becoming a monster is a sign of strength.

You see, I’m not the hack. God is. And the Old Fart doesn’t know how to write a conclusion that’ll satisfy his audience. He leaves that to us, his lost children, doing his dirty work, inventing uplifting endings to erase his mistakes.

Percocet? Seriously?” Brian laughed bitterly. “That’s so nineties. He should at least update his addictions.

You have to feed the press or they’ll eat you.

You could become anyone, including your real self.

Jeff had learned the wisdom of perversity and made his lonely secret into art.