"His blood bubbled out of his mouth with every breath.  He wouldn't be taking many more.  I knew that, but he didn't, and therefore I looked down into the great pity of a persons's life on this earth  I don't mean that we all end up dead, that's not the pity.  I mean that he couldn't tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn't tell him what was real."

-Denis Johnson, Jesus' Son (pg. 8)