lost in stereo

“Ain’t the past. Ain’t never gonna be in the past between you and me.” And I can’t make out if he means that like a curse or a threat or what.

““You know, boy, people act like a man is a man ‘cause of what he can do.” “Yeah?” “That ain’t it, though. A man is a man ‘cause of what he can bear.””

I’ll probably do five miles or so on the treadmill after. If I’m not dead tired, it’s hard to fall asleep when I hit the sheets. Mona ain’t there anymore. The bed’s too cold.

“That’s my score to date. Three. I haven’t killed anybody for years, and I don’t intend to ever again. It was just a stage I was going through.”

“He searched for the answer in his beer. It wasn’t there.”

“There was a difference between a monster and someone who could be monstrous.”

““Carter,” she says, and Aria’s voice is a desperate plea, but she has no room to bargain and I have no mercy remaining, not even for her.”