The short stories tend to be a journalistic gathering of anecdotes that are put together to make something larger.

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

Rant would tell people: 'You're a different human being to everybody you meet.

History is nothing except monsters or victims. Or witnesses.

Some little part of themselves for someone in the future to discover. Maybe a thought. We were here. We built this. A reminder.

Angel says that rich people don't like to tolerate much. Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn't pretty and perfect. You can't put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.

To hell with housework, our top priority has always been between our legs.