Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.

They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.

The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.

The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.

Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren’t we going to run out of gas?' No there’s plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I’m going to get some god-damed oranges!

mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?

I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said: I love you.