A Certain Hunger

Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Alex was a man so good he was good enough for us both, and I don’t like good people

I woke with a migraine and a burning, restive need to do something—anything—preferably violent

Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for print media, and for me

It’s better to live with guilt and remorse than it is to die—just look at how many of us cheat on our partners, our taxes, our diets, our dissertations. And that’s not even with our backs pressed cold against a dead glacier wall. It’s surprisingly easy to overcome moral qualms, if you give in to the appetite

“It feels like the last decade was a dream.” He nosed closer to my heart.

He needed to die.

Once the affection is gone, I always have a hard time recollecting it; it comes to me in phantasmagoric slivers in the quicksilver small hours of the night. Once the affection is gone, it slips from my memory like the face of a dead relative

Emotional attachment is for children, and sentimentality is for great meals you’ll never eat again.

Prison may be the hell of other people, but at least it’s not a hell of people you love.

there was no immediate reason to rush anything.