magic persists without us no matter what we may do to try to spoil it
In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.
I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me.
I was fairly poor but most of my money went for wine and classical music. I loved to mix the two together.
sometimes I hate you," she said.
there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.