Downstream is always someone else's up.

Last time I talked to her she didn't sound like herself. She's depressed. It's awful what happens when people run out of money. They start thinking they're no good.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

When you're given a brilliant child you polish her and let her shine. Pigs in Heaven

I don't look like who I am.

No other continent has endured such an unspeakably bizarre combination of foreign thievery and foreign goodwill.

She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't.