This city, these people, making the rest of us feel like we don’t belong. But they are no better than us.

The church is an institution, Mike, made of man. It’s passing. My faith is in the eternal.

I think I figured that maybe one day I would actually go back. I was really holding onto that. — And something just cracked.

A guy leans on a guy and suddenly the whole town just looks the other way.

Sometimes it’s easier to forget that we spend most of our time stumbling around the dark.